the little pieces of happiness

it's the small things that we take for granted every morning we get out of bed, that were always there and we just assume always will be. the kind of things that can go through an entire lifetime unchanged, in some cases untouched, but they are there and they make you smile, even if only inside your heart. a photograph by the bed, a painting on the wall, a vase over the coffee table, the junk mail by the fridge, the banana peel she left on the sink, her underwear all over the sheets, the bathtub filled with foam and soap and the hairdryer next to the half eaten toast. it's the raindrops over your head, hearing the song you like on the radio, trying a new taste for the first time, playing in the snow, making fun of other people's hair and clothes while trying to figure out what they are saying to each other. it's the little pieces of joy we glue together in time that gives us that rush to face the new day. some may say we can survive without them and it is the truth, but it's only really that: surviving. great happiness in life does not happen often enough, so we have to rely on the small things. it just so happens that sometimes every little thing you built your daily routine with starts to fail and fade away, while a great happiness is still million of miles away. well, you just hang on to the hope of a better day, an unexpected surprise, a new friend and most of your daily blues will be alright.