The Little Things

Live for the dusk morning sky, you wake up to.

Live for the cheesy dad jokes you laugh through.

Live for the stars that twinkle with light.

Live for the hand you hold through each fight.

Live for the flowers that glaze through the winds.

Live for hope through all the sins. 

Live for the ocean's water splashing at your toes.

Live for not the thorns, but the rose.

Live for not the place but the path.

Live for the love, not the wrath.

Live for nothing more, nothing less.

Live for the little things.

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  1. "Live for the stars that twinkle with light"

    On so many occasions, when gazing up at the night sky, I've been struck by the certainty that someone out there is looking back at me with the same wonder. Our eyes meet on light that might have been traveling for more than a thousand years. Entire empires may have risen on fallen on their planet since then, but for that moment I am locking eyes in mute amazement with a purple-skinned, eight-limbed poet from Aldërsonmt Glåerp, and living for nothing more, nothing less.

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  2. Loved reading this one! What a beautiful reminder to pay attention to the little things that make up so much of our lives.

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