It occurred to me today that it really is the little things in life that make it worth living.
However, this is subjective to the person, isn't it?
For me, perhaps it is the little pill that enables me to sleep.
Or the other one that puts a smile on my face.
But is it a life worth living, loving.
When the little things are all there is to live for?
Maybe this is because the bigger picture is too painful to endure.