Especially Normal

When I ride my bike back to my apartment from class, when I sit eating ice cream with my friend by the street-side, when I see happy kids with their parents, when I help Etty bake cookies in our warm apartment on a winter day, when I spend time with Deca playing a silly board game, when in these moments I stop and think, I smile and feel blessed. I think that as long as these small moments exist, as long as these regularities continue to fill our lives, life isn't so bad after all. Even though, at the moment, thousands, millions, are crying, dying, suffering, even though, at the moment, the world is far from peaceful, far from hopeful, as long as, at the moment, billions of these little moments exist and continue to be played out in everyone's lives, the world still has peace, still has hope.

It'd be nice if we all could learn to appreciate these unappreciated moments of our lives.

I feel that it is in the mundane that we can find something truly special.