I like the feel of warmth on my back when the sun comes out from behind a cloud, and the smell of clean bedsheets on a Sunday. I like the happy feeling I get when my best friend rests her head on my shoulder when she doesn't let anyone else get close. I like the feel of grass between my toes, and the feeling fuzzy feeling I get when a cat on the street lets me pet it's head. I like the taste of alcohol late at night when I'm only half sober but I feel completely alive. I like how safe and loved I feel when I hug my mum, and the pain in my stomach when I laugh too much. I like that odd, welcome silence between friends when there's nothing to say but it's okay. I like the comfort of my bed after many nights sleeping in foreign places, and the taste of a cool glass of water when you're out of breath. I like the feel of putting on my old, worn out creepers and how my feet fit them perfectly. I like how falling snow seems to muffle everything, and the satisfaction of beating my brother at one of his games.
Not everything worth living for is a big landmark or an event worth celebrating. Sometimes it is the smallest, most insignificant things that make you feel glad to be alive.