We always tend to find comfort in little things. Too often we dismiss something that is seemingly irrelevant to us, and too often it is also the shining beacon of another. When we break away we find little things we were oblivious to. I like my hair short, I adore my coffee and tea, I enjoy listening to the sultry voice above the melodious tunes belted out by the radio. And of course, the evening breeze at the bus stop, the morning sun on my face.
I’ve met the devil’s advocate a while back, and the sum of nuances might very well be greater than the misgivings. I think I’m breaking away now, from the exacerbation of the farce.