Sometimes a random memory pops into my head. When this happens, I always search through my journal or memory banks to relive it. And whenever I do, I always wish I wrote more of the moment down.

It could be a joke somebody said. The clothes somebody wore. The feelings I felt. The details feel unimportant and excessive at the time, but in retrospect you wish you had more to look back on. There are few things more painful than a half-remembered moment.

Sometimes you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.