We all tell ourselves that we will keep a diary. We write the first few entries, and then we get 'too busy' to write in it any more. Then, about a year or so later, we come back to it and wonder why we never picked it up again. It remains locked in our drawer, with lots of empty pages to be filled, until the end of our life, when we pick this up and say 'Oh, I remember this thing. It's too bad I only made a few entries--all the things I could have put in here...' You flip through those few filled out pages, trying to remember the details of your life, and you realize that your diary wasn't there to capture the extraordinary--it was there to remember the ordinary, the little moments that made you smile, laugh, or cry.

Fluttershy wishes that she had kept a diary, immortalizing all those moments that weren't out of the ordinary, but were no less special.