Couple of days ago, my friend posted about how she cleans her room when she’s upset. That had me wondering about things which I normally wouldn’t notice. On the other hand, I’m pretty popular among my friends for spotting cute and pretty things. I collect them whenever I can find them around. I talked about two completely different slices of life, but there is a connection after all.
I pay attention to little things, and that’s why those moments come to me naturally. The cute stuff I find suddenly is my gift of appreciating the little moments of life. I find unique keychains that no one seems to find because I appreciate the uniqueness in my own life.
My friend who cleans her room when she’s sad made me think if the people around her ever notice the chaos behind her calm act of organizing the room. If someone ever appears in her room and gets worried because it’s clean and not messy. If anyone finds the sadness in the lack of layers of dust on the bookshelf. I have seen so many people put extra attention to good handwriting because everything around them was exhausting, and focusing on it frees them.
All the beautiful things went through roughness to gain that kind of beauty. It takes countless patches of pain to paint something beautiful, just like it takes loads of violence to finally become soft. It takes huge waves of anxiety to finally achieve the calmness of mind.
It takes a lot of clean rooms to finally become comfortable in the happiest mess, where you will have the sense of peace that you can finally clean up that mess with a pure smile on your face. Noticing the little things will make you aware about the subtle shifts of life.
Never underestimate the power of being sad, because it’s a beautiful mirror that blurs everything and reflects only your entire self, so you can love yourself a little more, and when you do, you’ll see everything else in the mirror again
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