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“It's the little things in life, or so I've heard.”
I've been told to slow down and appreciate the little things sometimes, because one can never predict what will come or know for sure what has been missed. To me, it feels like everyone's faces are plastered to some kind of screen these days, either afraid of the stifling silence within oneself, or avoiding the polluting cacophony that fills the spaces between buildings and people. I am not criticizing without empathy; I was and still am one of these people, too. I can't stand silence or people. The only real difference between my past and present self is that, now, I remember to look up and about.