There is beauty in the grand gestures. The kinds of acts that make movie audiences blush and sigh those deep sighs of longing and sweet satisfaction. The ones that fill our photo albums to remain enshrined on coffee tables as talismans forever. These are the memorable things and these are good things.
But there is something about the quiet moments that can so easily pass without notice from those not directly touched by their subtle beauty. The ones that garner only a knowing nod or a noiseless smile across a crowded room, the ones that require no audience and desire no praise, that seek never to be rewarded, but so often are inside unseen and unspoken memories.
These seek not to change people’s lives or be the landmarks around which the stories of life are so often told, but only to show caring and love for another human being, to please them in a small way and to make them happy, even if just for a moment. They are postcards pinned to walls so sweetly remembered. Their intentions are pure and selfless and in this purity they become the timeless gestures forever remembered.
