“Happiness is the smallest things in life. So small we often miss them.”
The pictures in your cubical cover lifeless walls.
The walls that close in with routine and hushed voices. With tea kettles boiling and old food in the fridge. The pictures in your cubical are a constant reminder that although your heart may speak the loudest, your head plays the safest. Your heart wants simple happiness, but your head knows you must work.
So, you look at the pictures in your cubical, remembering what happiness really is.
Happiness is the grass your family lays on.
It’s the yoga lessons you rush to after work, and the pizza tradition you cling to – every Friday night. It’s the journal entries you write at 3 a.m., the guitar lessons you apologize for ahead of time, and the Netflix shows you love to watch, on a rainy Sunday morning.
Happiness is the smallest things in life.
So small we often miss them, for it’s the little things that are big things that you’re throwing away with the hands of the clock. That’s how we eventually run out of tomorrows. We’re left with no do-overs. No second chances.
It’s time for you to take a chance.
You can’t keep wasting minutes of an already short life.
You can’t keep watching chances get lost in time.
This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor