I sit on her couch Sipping ***** from some mixed concoction Scrolling through the social media experiences meant to be a self reassurance of how good we have it when it’s just so ******* hard.
These little positives accumulated to remind myself that even in the midst of my hardest trials, don't get caught in the failures but relish in the triumphs.
I don’t even look at the other feeds so self absorbed at reminding myself that each day my hustle will be rewarded with the ultimate win: love. But success isn’t love... or a like and every minute I spend self absorbed on what I don’t have I miss out on the minute to minute love I receive with each interaction from people I share space with. Life isn’t a feed. Life isn’t happiness every day. Life isn’t measured by the have or have nots. Life is this moment. Life is this experience and the decisions we make in them.
So I closed the phone and listened to her sing.
She wasn’t doing it for the hashtag or the like and I listened.
Sipping on my *****, closing my eyes. I didn’t care what was seen as long as she kept sharing this moment with me.