i drove along the coast at sunset, passed through evergreen and i collected silhouettes of valleys; my shadows followed as i smile knowing how much im blessed and that im actually living my answered prayers. so much things to be grateful for yet sometimes we took it for granted.
and one day, you realize it was never about the big things. it was the little things that matter all along. little moments that feel like magic, it’s always been about those small moments that make you smile. it’s always that one small kindness that touches your heart and fills it with joy. it’s about the hugs you want to hold for a little longer, the hand-holdings you want to hold a little tighter. it’s about moments of peace and genuine smile you had with strangers you met at a random restaurant. it’s about having a moment of stillness with yourself when you are being alone in your room brushing your hair. it never was about the big things.
you’ve come this far only to worry about the things that happened and a little word a stranger said about you? think again. nothing matters, it never was.
all the things in between the blue and the pink; the tangled thoughts; the perfume you kept wearing to remind you of your loved ones; your favorite summer dress; your blanket that keep you warm at night; that’s all that matter, small thing that’s genuine and bring so much joy.
how do i explain how grateful i am to be in this moment, soaking up in so much joy and warm hugs from the people who love me and get me.
im out of words to let the world know that im beyond grateful of the things that pass me by so gently; weekend approaches, stopping by to let you know time passes, day goes, night comes, and that everything unfolds just perfectly fine and just right.
moon gazing; to let the night know how quiet and peaceful its presence is.
star gazing; to let the breeze gently answer our whispered prayers.
slow breeze, stillness, and iced coffee; and the unexpected blessings which come effortlessly calling you by name. it smells like salt, like mischief, like the kind of trouble you whisper about long after it’s gone.
it’s in all the little moments
i can peel my own orange, but i know you would peel it for me without me having to ask. it’s nice to feel well taken care of without asking; life got sweet and even sweeter. and im forever grateful for that.
with eyes closed, i let the the midnight feeling takes over the thoughts, waking up with stardust on my cheeks and a whole constellations on my eyelids. there’s something magical about midnight stillness; it opens doors of deeper thoughts and reflections. the night always understands.
and when the sky turns pretty in colors; that’s when you know the world is a much bigger place of joy.
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