The weight of tiny decisions we toss away

Today, while sorting through some old boxes, I found a small smooth stone my grandson gave me last summer.
It made me think about how we often throw away little moments or worries as if they’re insignificant, just like tossing a tiny stone into a pond.
But those small choices ripple quietly through our lives.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been paying enough attention to the everyday things that seem so trivial but hold more meaning than I realize.
How about you?
Do you ever catch yourself dismissing what feels minor only to regret it later?