There’s something so conflictingly amusing
About the small things in life –
The things that are so simple and yet modestly extraordinary.
A warm cup of coffee during the cozy winters,
A smile from a random stranger you met on the train,
Drops of dew dancing on the leaves,
Fresh rain and the heavenly smell of petrichor,
Gentle waves of wind carrying echoes of hushed secrets,
Adults laughing somewhere in the midst of a tiring day,
Feeling at peace among a cacophony of noise and chaos,
The hug of a friend releasing so many troubling thoughts in your head.
But do we ever take a pause to cherish these little moments?
Do we change our definition of small things –
even when they are the only huge moments keeping us alive?
