maybe life really is all about the little things,, like the way the birds sing when the sun comes up or the smell in the air after it rains. sharing oranges with loved ones or listening to music you loved in high school for the first time in a while. reading a book outside in the sun or a kind word from a stranger as you pass. maybe finding time to appreciate those moments of each day is what makes life worth living

what do you mean i'm not important? or that you're not important? the other day i stood and watched a tree all full of flowers shivering in the morning wind. i was the only one around. who else would have watched it dance? who else but you will notice the way the sun is slanting through your windows? how the rain scoops over your roof? the most important thing is to just exist, you see. by observing the world, we celebrate alongside it.