Little Things
Sometimes when its late at night
I think about how vast the world truly is
I think of how amazing it is that my eyes can see color and shapes
I think of how amazing it is that color is just something we create in our minds
I think of how much beauty there is in everything
from large trees
to tiny rocks
I think about how people can make beautiful music
or entertain others by just pure laughter
I think about how remarkable it is that each little atom in the body works to keep it alive
and then I think, why was I sad or upset, or angry, or heartbroken
when there are so many things going on right now to be perfectly happy about.
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