One day we might look back at our lives and think to ourselves: “Fuck, I have been getting this all wrong”.
We spend years worrying about our school degree, hoping for the perfect job, working hard for a pay raise. We think that we will be happy once we have that degree, that job or that income. We think that the house we can buy, the car we will be able to drive or the people who will respect us, will give us satisfaction and make our lives feel fulfilled.
We think in years not in days: “In 3 years when I am done with my degree I will be happy”, “when I have saved up to buy that house, everything will be good” or “next year when I can go on a holiday, I will be relaxed.”
But then it hits us.
We realize that it was never about the big things.
It never was and it never will be.
It is about the small, fleeting moments that we have forgotten to appreciate whilst stubbornly focusing on the big projects.
It is about the way the last person you kissed tasted, about the smell of your favorite tea, about the time that one song comes on in the radio, just when you needed to hear it the most.
You are not defined by your qualification, your social background or by the clothes you wear. Your silly laugh, your favorite book, the way you like to drink your coffee- all these things tell me more about you than anything else ever will.
I want to fall in love with the little things again. Fall hard for the way that stranger smiled to me on the street, for how the grass smells after it rained, for the sound of the waves I can hear from my bedroom. I don’t want to waste my time thinking about what I will do in the next 10 years, because I have enough time to figure that out.
For now, I want to appreciate the way you hug me, the sound of my mom’s voice on the phone or the way my stomach hurts when I have to laugh until I cry.
I want to appreciate the little things, so that one day I will be able to say to myself: “damn, what a life.”
Pictures taken on Film by Alex here