Simple Things

Simple things, that's what always gets to me. Even though people look past it, it's the simple things that count in the long run. Just the simple things. It's not about making sure all you're friends are perfect or making sure they're true. Or to surround yourself with only the best people. You make friends and you lose friends. Some may stay your friend awhile and some may and up hating you and some may just make other friends and drift away. You fall in love and you get your heart broken. Maybe you'll find that perfect someone and if you do then good for you.

It's the simple things that get us by. Like the smoothie a friend makes for you.Or being introduced to something completely new whether you end up liking it or not. Or the fact that someone can make you laugh just by counting. Or that one small moment that you comfort someone because they need it or being comforted because you need it. Or getting goose bumps over a song that comes on the radio because it's making you emotional. Or getting teary eyed because a commercial has a horse in it (you know who you are). Or knowing exactly what someone means when they can't seem to find the words to finish there statement. Or the simple joy of watching your dog prance happily across the yard after something random they had seen. Or sitting on the back porch with your 94 year old relative and enjoying the summer sun and listening to the birds sing. Or listening to all the stories people remember of you when you were small. Or sitting down with a family member and going through an old photo album and listening to them tell of the various pictures. Or getting one small thing done and feeling great about it. Or getting lost in a conversation with someone for hours that really goes nowhere. Or a best friend that you haven't talked to in a while that still loves you. Or getting your first job. Or meeting new people who love everything you love. Or that one person you always notice out of the corner of your eye even though you don't mean too.

Simple things, hope, love, kindness, admiration, laughter, music, magic.

People say that magic doesn't exists, and I say to them, that they have no imagination. If someone can write words onto a page and make people got into a completely different world, how is that not magic? Of a song can make you smile or cry, how is that not magic? If an actor can delve so deep into a character that we see them that way on a TV screen, how is that not magic? I write, that's my magic, and I'll keep it, and share it with the world someday. But for now, I'll let the simple things get me by.