Little things.
~ random thoughts on a quiet summer night.
Some days are hard to get through. Usually, there are many reasons why (and sometimes, it seems there is no reason at all; maybe because, sometimes, all these reasons bleed together and become something bigger; something not quite tangible – like fog):
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A great book turned into an awful movie.
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Losing something.
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A word spoken without care.
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Missing something.
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The break-up of a good band.
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Losing someone.
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A starless sky.
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Missing someone.
However, even during these days, these heavy ones, these seemingly never-ending ones, there are little things that make them worthwhile. Things that ask you to pause, to take a deep breath; that make you realize that in the midst of the struggle, there’s also beauty (little flickers of happiness; hope):
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The sunset.
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That after-rain smell.
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A good song.
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The sound of steps in the snow.
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A good book.
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A hot cup of coffee.
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A good conversation.
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The sunrise.
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