Its in the little things

Little things make me happy.

There is an unlimited supply of little things in the world. All you have to do is look for them, and its like magic. 

[ Yes, I like making lists. ] 

• Your favorite song playing on the radio.
• The comforting smell of an old sweatshirt.
• Waking up on your birthday.
• The warmth of newly printed paper.
• Ticking things off your little to-do list.
• The rare chance of being ahead of your schedule.
• The delicate old page of your favorite book.
• Finding out something was cheaper that you thought it was. Even if people told you so. 
• Finding that little lost puppy hidden under the sofa.
• Opening that pack of chips no one else could.
• Finding a hidden rupee in your wallet and feeling like you've won the lottery.
• Blowing bubbles into a friends face.
• That feeling of triumph after you clean up your room. 
• Midnight snacks.
• Falling asleep on the couch and waking up with a blanket on you.
• When someone saves you a seat, even if it meant having to fight for it. 
• Looking into a baby store and wondering if someone could really be tiny enough to fit into that. Surprise. Fascination. Each time.
• When someone texts back instantly.
• Finding out that somebody likes you. 
• When your food finally arrives.
• Listening to your mom talk about you when you were little.
• The smell of popcorn.
• The smell of barbecue.
• Finally figuring out the song that was stuck in your head. 
• When you continue talking through a yawn, and someone actually understands you.
• When getting a phone call from someone special makes you feel like your the most lovable person alive.
• When someone is genuinely concerned.
• Knowing a cockroach can fly and still being surprised when you see one; Although, I'm pretty sure that doesn't make me happy. 
• Little insignificant acts to someone that changes your mood for the entire day.
• When riding your old bike seems like a ride to the next planet.
• Writing on the first page of a notebook. Same excitement, every single time.

It needn't be all that different either. A wave when I pass, a smile when you see me. Just something as simple as that. 

Like digging in a treasure chest for a tiny trinket, I find myself overlooking the big things. Almost like they lost their value if there was no trinket. 

Its the little things that make us or break us.

Look out for these little packets of smiles, and eat them up. 

:: This is proof that I have too much time to think. And read. And think a little more.