MINOR JOYS

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Minor joys can become major ones if we only allow them. Such as observing a child’s drawing, realizing how rich it is!!!

A figure, wearing a hat and sun glasses, perhaps a smile with a widely open mouth. It is a simple drawing, but expresses the feelings and experiences in his mind, red over white. A drawing which looks insignificant but is far from being so. Knowing that its meaning is clear, but realizing that the ability to transmit it is not to be taken for granted. It is the first time that he is able to express himself in painting and it is magical.

Such is hearing the sounds of chewing during the meal; the mouth is open but not for a moment considered impolite. Since this “someone” whose chewing is so loud, did not put any food in his mouth for weeks (nourished by liquid alone), was terribly restless from hunger and could concentrate on almost nothing – we are hypnotized by this sound and consider it wonderful and joyous, almost like the music of a beloved song.

Such as taking a family vacation, much more modest than taken by everyone around us, and considering it the best vacation ever, only because we managed to do it and enjoy it for the first time.

We tend to look at these routine events with an unsatisfied approach. We do not always get excited by them as we should. We cannot be satisfied with what we have and we are busy with what we have not yet achieved. We fail to enjoy the small things and to focus on the beautiful elements of the big picture.

I recommend to collect small joys whenever possible. Life is short… 

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