The Little Things

I am beginning to think that knowing how to be happy even when you're sad is one of the most important things in life. And you know, maybe life isn't actually about being successful at your career, making a bunch of money, or having a bunch of stuff. Maybe it's not about how many people remember your name when you die, but how many people benefitted from you being on the earth, even if they never even knew it and you never got recognized for it. Maybe it's about the little things. Maybe life is about being able to sleep in ten extra minutes when you bed feels like the best thing you've experienced in life. Maybe it's about that stranger who made your whole day by smiling at you in the hallway or the six year old that told you you're beautiful. The cute boy that picked up your pen when you dropped it. The way the wind swirled around you on the first warm day in weeks, swimming into your nostrils and pressing you in on all sides for tight hug. The moment someone surprises you by remembering something about you that you forgot you even told them. The kids playing outside that are laughing hysterically that toss you back into your childhood when everyday was a special occasion, worthy of waking up at the crack of dawn. The ice cream at lunch that changes your whole mood. A hug that lasts a little extra but not extra enough to go into that awkward-okay that is enough-stage. When a song plays that fits your emotions as if it was tailored for you. The rain falling from the sky, detoxifying the world around you. Spinning around in circles until you fall down. A warm drink on a cold day. The perfect shade of lipstick. When you hug someone and they just smell so good you have to stop yourself from just standing there and breathing them in. A thoughtful question from someone who cares about you. Playing with an animal that sees only the good in you. Opening up a hand written letter. Anonymously helping someone else out. Laughing until you're crying and in physical pain with no hope of stopping. Dancing alone to music that is only playing in your head. When someone opens your door. That feeling when you have sand or mud  or any foreign-textured material between your toes. The moment you're in the middle of a front flip and surrounded by nothing but air. The feeling of knowing you finished all your work. That feeling of taking off your pants after a long day of having legs. Stopping the microwave right before it beeps Finding money in your pocket you didn't remember leaving there. Receiving grace from someone when you're far from deserving it. At the end of the day, if you're happy, you can't really be unsuccessful. So look for the little things, appreciate them, thank God for orchestrating them.