It's The Little Things.

He looked away from the clip board scarred by scribbles of scientific psychology.
"Tell me," he begins, "What makes life worth living?"

A big question for one person to answer. I blankly stared at him questioning all of his logic, then reluctantly continued with the answer.

I stared at him with a smile, "Well, it's the little things."
Saying nothing else I waited, feeling very proud of my answer.

His eyes never looked down at his scribbles once, "Tell me more."

The three words I hated to hear him say, but I knew I needed to elaborate.

"Well, it's the way the wind moves, speaking softly to those who listen.
"It's the passing smiles people share.
"It's the sunrise after an all nighter.
"It's the blasting music when you drive around with absolutely no where to go.
"It's the ability to look at the clouds and see shapes and creatures.
"It's being able to see the sunset everyday.
"It's the stars. All of them.
"It's the giggles with the family.
"It's the photos of memories past.
"It's the ability to be able to get out of bed everyday.
"I't's being able to see, hear, feel, smell, taste.
"It's being able to feel emotions, both crappy and amazing.
"It's making mistakes.... I don't know.. It's the little things."

He smiles, pushing his glasses up on his nose, then scribbles once more on the pad of doodles.
"Alright, you're free to go." he stated bluntly with a smile. "I will see you next week, have a great day."

And with that I was on my way.
Walkign outside of the building to my car I felt the warm breeze brush against my face, tossing my hair into a frantic mess.

I smiled and said to myself, It's the little things.



Godspeed<3