Sitting at the top of Gediminas Hill in silence, reflecting. Not just on this trip, but life in general. More specifically, on my life. What I want, what I’ve done, the decisions I’ve made, and most importantly, the moments that come to me, the times I remember, when I’m just letting my mind wander.

The events in your life that are most important to you, that help you define who you are, aren’t the ones you have to actively remember, but the ones that come to you when you are trying not to think at all.

It’s the little things… I think it would surprise everyone, the one that comes most often to me.