44. The Little Things in Life

School Stress xD is killing me very slowly... I realized that my life is really crazy right now and it's really tough to deal with all these changes. And, really, it's the little insignificant things that count- like admiring the sun in the morning, talking to someone you don't usually talk to, say a joke, skip on the street for no reason... makes my life a whole lot more enjoyable (: School is really demanding, and home life is also a blur, but hey, I'm still here and I am. Attempting. To. RELAX. It's working, somewhat (:

Life's great, enjoy it.

Butterflies. Gnawing at your insides,
Leaking purple blood
Strength debilitated,
Crystal thoughts morphed into mud.

All the stress builds up,
Like fungus on a birch tree
Why is there so much pressure,
So many expectations of me?

University is important
I know, it's true
But there's so much more to life...
So much more I can do

Give a go at snake soup, skydive
Discover my soul mate
Travel around the world...
Visit every single state

Just rest on the dewy grass
And gaze up at the stars...
Casually squat on the sidewalk
And count passing by cars

Wear too much makeup
Forget to wash the dishes
Puff white fuzzy dandelions
And make a million wishes

In life, it's the little things that count
No matter how trifling they seem
Close your eyes, relax, and, know that:

You're not perfect,

and you don't have to be

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