Minutiae

We live a fast forward life

At least I do

Most days are a blur

I don’t remember most days

As the months pass by

The daily memories fade away

Though I blame it on my inability to remember

Deep down, I know it is my insensitivity

I concentrate on the essential moments

The ones which make a difference

And fail to notice the smaller details

In retrospect, I wonder if they would have made a difference

It is a mystery we never know

Somehow I think that the Minutiae Matters

The small precise details that makes one unique

The finer points and subtleties