If my life had a deleted scenes folder

If my life had a deleted scenes folder. I wonder what would be inside it. Not the dramatic moments. I remember clearly, but everything I forgot because at the time. It seemed too ordinary to deserve remembering. Maybe somewhere there would be thousands of files named after dates I no longer recognize. A random afternoon a bus ride. A conversation in a corridor. A meal I ate without thinking twice. Days that felt completely important whole I was living them..

I imagine opening the folder and finding conversations. I don't remember having Someone asking me a question. Someone telling me something personal. Someone making a joke that I laughed at and forgot five minutes later. Maybe there would be people who once tried to become my friends and I didn't notice. People who sat beside me ,waited for me, included me in something or messaged me first until eventually they stopped. I wonder how many almost friendships disappeared without either person realiIng that something was ending.

There would probably be ordinary kindnesses too. Someone holding a door open because my hands were full. A stranger moving aside so I could sit . Someone sharing notes with me when I missed class. A person remembering something I had casually mentioned weeks earlier. At the time , I probably accepted these things without understanding that small kindnesses are often the only beautiful parts of an otherwise exhausting day.

Maybe the folder would contain versions of myself I don't remember either. The child who thought an ordinary evening would last forever. The teenager who laughed with friends without knowing that everyone would eventually become busy. The person who complained about going somewhere and later wished she could return to that exact day.bi think that would hurt more than seeing forgotten people.

Because some of the moments I would want back are probably the ones I was desperate to escape.

There would be afternoons I called boring that I would now give anything to experience again. Family members, who wernyounger. Houses that looked different Voices that have changed or disappeared. People who were still alive. Problems that felt enormous then but seem insignificant now. I would probably watch myself moving though those scenes completely unaware that I was standing inside memories. I would someday miss.

That might be the cruelest thing about ordinary life. We don't know which moments are important while they are happening. We only,understand their value after they become unreachable.

I think I would close the folder eventually. Not because I wouldn't want to see more, but because there would be something unbearable about watching myself repeatedly lose things without knowing I was losing them.

Maybe my deleted scenes aren't really gone. Maybe they are simply the parts of my life I was too busy living to notice.