Like having tiny bottles with a few flowers in each, scattered around the condo.
|Photo by William Marsh|
Like my sweet little dog.
Like a text message from a loved one, a hug we're not sure we deserve, a surprise gift of favorite cookies.
Pain can narrow our perceptions. Depression tells us we have nothing good around us. Chronic conditions of mental and physical health, a recurrence of a life-threatening illness, relapse into addiction, seem to encourage us to give up.
Mostly, we don't. Mostly, we keep going. How do we find the strength? From where does the courage come from to set one foot ahead of the other when things look really bleak?
Sometimes, it's the little things that help keep us going.
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