The moments of happiness we hold on to.
I want to start with a poem I wrote to myself two Decembers ago.
By Rebecca EllenPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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First, ask yourself this question:
What is your small but certain happiness?
Allow your mind's eye to wander...
Maybe it's the scent of a burning candle that fills your room while you lie in bed with heavy eyes.
Or perhaps it's the recognition on the barista's face when they see you in the early morning, greeting you with the same coffee you crave daily.
It might be the crackle of your father's old records, the soft snores and breaths from your furry friend, the dip of a fingertip into a saucepan of milk to check it is hot enough to stir in cocoa.
Or it is knowing that the road may be long and winding, but you will find the strength to keep walking, onward, onward.
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