THE little THINGS

I remember when I felt alive and renewed and loved.  I remember a time when I thought about something other than stressful things.  I remember a time when it was so easy to forgive and forget and you could go about your business minding everyone Else's.  I remember a time when I didn't worry about everything.  Here's the problem, when did I remember these times?  I can't remember, I just know that in my bones I was once young enough to understand that I didn't have the whole world on my Shoulders.  Can I please go back to those unmemorable day's? I just want to be less than what I am now so I can remember the Little Things.  When did we stop being nice to each other?  When did we think it was OK to pretend to like someone? 

When did you decide that you were better than anyone else?  When did you lose yourself to giving in?  Why is it, that we have forgotten who we are suppose to be?  Why can't we remember that we all have our issues, we all have our own insecurities, our own pain, our own love?  Why do you think you have any business in peddling in the lives of others?  Who gives you that right?  Can't you remember what its like to smell the flowers, say hello to a stranger, acknowledge someone with your eyes and not just your words. 

 

 

Don't you realize that the little things mean the most?  The genuine laugh of a child, the sign of relief from a hard workout complete, the smell of pine sol in your clean kitchen, the sound of silence after the loudest play date ever, the smell of homemade Lasagna baked just right and perfect, the coolness of a soft breeze. 

 

Listening to Stevie Nicks on one of those day's you just need to hear a haunting voice of familiarity.  Why must we get so wrapped up in the in between and forget about the simple little things that teach us how to be humane.  Really humane, like the kind that reminds you that it doesn't matter who you are, where you are from, what you look like, you are perfect just how you are. 

 

 

I think a lot, and when I think a lot, I forget to write things down, I get distracted in the emptiness of unimportance, I get so wrapped up in the ugliness of petty people, I get wrapped up in the stupidest of dumbness.  I forget who I am, I forget that I'm not perfect.

 

 

I forget that I'm just the same as all of the ugly rapture that becomes us, when we let others affect us. We let them effect everything that makes us who we are.  I'm sick of letting someone else effect me.  I want to be better than them.  I want to remember that the little things make me embrace the beauty, grace and simplicity of life. 

 

 

I want to remember that the goal is within reach and it's just a matter of waking up.  Waking up to the reality, that confines us, the reality that makes us believe we aren't good.  I want to WAKE UP from this unreality. 

 

I am stronger, faster, better and more valuable than I lead myself to believe.  What doesn't bring me to a level of weakness will only provide me with the imagination to succeed.  However, this imagination is by far better then unreality.  My reality is a beautiful Bizarro world that I will have one day, simply because I remembered the Little Things.