‘Forever is made up of nows’, said Emily Dickinson.
It’s the little things that count. The snippets of joy that erupt in our tiny ventricular chamber are pumped through to the teeny tiny cells of your body by the aortic valve and to your thinking organ and exchanged one after the other through synapses, in effect making you rejoice.
Petrichor, the brick red- orange sunset that lit the horizon, the rustic music of the winds and the waves, the quiet of the ocean, the green of the land, love unlimited.
The coffee you have in the mornings, an evening walk, sunshine peeking through the leaves, that splash when you jump into a pond, the weird looking clouds spread across the heavens. Clouds are little curios. You look at them and see what you want to see- a swarm of turtles, cupid with a tiny arrow, an airplane, a ghost and mostly, a cloud.
Listening to that one favorite song, that hit of vanilla and baked goodies that makes your kitchen the place to be, a good hour of exercise which makes your muscles scream, that morning walk when the sun breaks out – all of this, the little things that you might think are trivial , they are the nows that make you truly happy.
A road trip with your friends and being kissed by the waves, conquering a fear, writing this article and constantly checking how many people have read it 🙂 , and the sparrow who is perching on your window.
This is what gives you a dopamine rush, things that make you You.
Hold on to them tight. Never let them go.
And with that ,