Little things and Simple Joys

Loads of hugs to the adorable human being who suggested this. And while this might be something that has been written about and talked about endlessly. But oh well. This is my two cents. Two rupees?

It seems like forever since the pandemic began, and it has left nothing untouched. A lot has changed - everything, in fact. Limited mobility has translated into limited-most-other-things. And having to spend more time with ourselves has essentially helped, no, forced us to evolve and grow as people. Not that this changes my feelings about the pandemic in any way or that the side effects aren't terrible. But silver linings and all that. All the same, I feel like one thing that has changed radically for me is joy. What makes me feel happy and what it means to me.

I barely remember how I used to be two years ago, but I do know that now I'm happy with little things and the 'simple joys of life' make me happier than I ever remember being. Moss makes me happy. So does a cute cloud, and sunlight coming in the windows at that perfect angle and some colours. Food, of course. Not to forget song recommendations in themselves, some people just existing, or even discovering LifeAt. I have learnt to value human interactions(in spite of the anxiety) and most of the people in my life, so much more than I used to. Or is maybe it that it gives me more joy by virtue of its rarity?

I have to assume that this is all an effect of me subconsciously scrambling to catch any and all fragments of possible joy because I know that for us, it really has become You Only Live Once, but with fixed timers. It is joy derived from possible nihilism and the use-your-best-china-before-you-die mentality. But well, you take what you get.

No, not when it comes to people, just situations :)