little things

I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not the same to feel the sun’s rays on my skin in winter than in summer. What do you think? Before anything else, hello everyone! How has your week been? As the title of this new chapter indicates, today I would like to talk about the little things and their value.

The other day I wasn’t in a good mood, so I decided to go for a walk while I was listening to music. I had been wandering the streets of my city aimlessly for a long time, lost in the lyrics of the songs I was listening to at full volume. Suddenly, the sky cleared up and I began to enjoy the Sun’s rays. Right at that moment, my favorite part of a song that I love began to play. It was then that I drew a smile from ear to ear on my face, feeling radiant and pleasant after a long time, wanting to start dancing in the middle of the street in front of the gazes of thousands of strangers. When the song ended I stopped feeling so euphoric, although I was still happy to keep the Sun’s touch on my skin. That’s when I began to reflect on what had just happened. A minute before I was lost in my thoughts overthinking… But the fact of listening – who knows how many – certain seconds of a song and noticing the rays of the Sun which had been hiding behind clouds for a long time, made me feel happy and full.

So many feelings just for a series of little things, which could be ridiculous to anyone but me.

With the previous example as context, I think I can get to where I want to go. Small details make the difference. These are the ones that characterize someone or something. Those details that can go unnoticed but are really quite valuable because they make us unique, they make us feel (happiness, anger, anger, melancholy, sadness…) when you realize their presence, they make us miss them when we lack them… These little details are so minuscule that, if you are not careful, they are insignificant.

Why do we refer to them as little things when they really mean a whole world to each other? Well I don’t know.

However, what I do know is that it is infinitely better to live well aware of your surroundings. Don’t look at the world, contemplate it. Don’t hear a sound, listen to it. Finally you will begin to be aware of what surrounds you and you will be able to give it its corresponding value. If you are one of those people who already lives day to day in such a way, keep it up. You’ll never know what you’re missing until you find out.

In my opinion, discovering those carefree details seems extraordinary. For me, Defenseless, a song by Louis Tomlinson, is one of my little details; I don’t even know how, but it’s able to cheer me up and make me overflow with energy. There’s also my friend’s tick of scratching her thumbprint with her finger when she’s nervous. The habit of going through a small space between a traffic light and a signal every time I return from the institute I no longer think is a little thing of mine, because this mediocre habit has become a crucial and vital fact on my return home after high school. Lastly, the background sound of a piano during 5SOS’s Ghost Of You is addictive – honestly, I could spend hours listening to the song just paying attention to how the presence of the triangle transforms the mood of the song.

All these, among many more, are the small details that I pay attention to. I’m sure you also have your own.

If someone, while reading this, thinks that what nonsense and that they really aren’t such a big deal, how do you feel when a friend shows you, through actions or words, that they have thought of you? For example, when an actor or singer that you like is named and someone looks at you or says something about how famous you know him; or when someone plays a song or movie in a group knowing that it is one of your favorite songs or movies; or when, out of nowhere, someone gives you something because he thought of you when he saw it; or when someone sends you a photo or tells you something that he has seen or heard because he reminded him of you…

I could go on narrating situations, but I think you understand what I mean. I wholeheartedly hope that every single of you, readers, has experienced one of the above scenarios or another similar one. We feel important, we feel loved, who doesn’t want to feel affection? Who doesn’t want to feel like they’re special enough for someone to remember you?

There’re so many acts, so many words, so many signs that we go unnoticed and do take for granted. And all of that is just for a simple little thing.

I think I’ve talked enough, so it’s time to say goodbye. But before putting an end to this chapter, time of the song.

I have to be honest. For this chapter I didn’t know how to choose two songs. At first I was going to decide one of One Direction as a result of having mentioned Louis Tomlinson previously. But I feel that the most suitable for this occasion is the other one, so here we go!

Because you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Let her go, Passenger

I know this song is typical. I know. That’s one of the reasons why I wasn’t entirely sure whether to choose it since I prefer to recommend songs that are not so well known. Having verses in the song, I feel that, in some way, it is the fragment of the song that most represents what I wanted to reflect on today.

Now I say goodbye. I know I’ll be back here soon, I have a little surprise for you!

xoxo 

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