An Inspired Poem: Collect Moments, Not Things

Don’t count the coins,
count the sunsets.
Count the times you laughed so hard
You forgot what hurt.

Let your souvenirs be
the warmth of someone’s eyes
when you really listened.
The chill of ocean wind
as you stood
on a cliff that changed your breath.

Buy less. Be more.

Because the things,
they gather dust,
lose shape,
get packed in boxes
and passed along
without memory.

But the moments,
ah, the moments…
they live in your marrow.
They echo in your smile
when no one’s watching.
They sneak into your stories
and make them worth telling.

Collect the way a song
can bring you home.
The stillness
after a shared silence.
The flash of awe
when you realize
you’ve become
someone you once dreamed of being.

And when you go—
(and we all will)
leave not a trail of trophies,
but a constellation of moments
you helped make brighter.