Link to a poem:
The Little Things (Poem)
I
think we all feel depressed sometimes. Lonely and scared, unstable and
confused. When I go through this, I often go out and take a walk. I
start to write..often very dark stuff. God has a way of always putting
something in front of me that helps me see past my worries and see the
light. Today I saw two dogs playing with each other, a lightning bug, a
man walking his baby boy around the courtyard until he stopped crying,
and tiny but distinct raindrops on the grass from an afternoon shower.
We spend so much time today focusing on what is wrong with our lives,
our bodies, our jobs, our friends; we stop noticing the little things
that were created by something so much greater than how we did on that
exam, how we broke our diet today, how money is tight, and how we messed
up so badly that so-and-so won't forgive us. But it's the little things
that help us put our lives in perspective. Some people see these little
things and determine that their lives are meaningless. They go through
an existential crisis because of it...but I think these things are meant
to remind us that true beauty is found within the soul. It cannot be
bought with money or seen by glasses or found by scientists. The little
things in life are what makes life worth living.
