So what is the point to living if the world continues to be a frequently frightening, unforgiving place?
There is always tomorrow. And the next day.
And in between the stuff that seems too big and too loud, are small things. Warm things. The way your favorite blanket feels when the rain is pouring outside. The way your cat purrs next to you. The smell of toast done just right or lilacs just blooming. A friend’s voice on a chat, sharing a show, and even though they’re a thousand miles away, they’re right there with you all the same.
A little kid smiles at you in line at the grocery and you make a funny face in response and they laugh. The towels are warm from the dryer. A glass of lemonade, tart and sweet and cold, cuts the heat just right on a muggy summer day.
If we measure life only by the aspects we sure as hell didn’t wish were happening, it would be too much to bear.
It’s good to remember to mark and cherish all the wonders that persist. Because that’s what gives us the fuel to get through the rest.
What small, good thing will you find tomorrow?
