Isn't it crazy how we look back on the big things in life, and then we realize they never really mattered? The heartbreaks, the fights, losses, the "tragedies." They're all so microscopic in the overview of things. We get so caught up in the big, dramatic situations that we never pay attention to the beautifully simple details of it all. In the end, the big things won't matter. It's what you carry away with you and what you found beauty in when everything ceased to shine. It's all in the details. That's who we are. Not the arguments, lies, hurts. Any of that. We are the details. So let's write the book.