They always tell you to stop
and enjoy the little things, like it’s possible to stop
in life, like it’s possible to pause all the chaos around you.
You are here, you are now, and
in a quick second you’re not, so how do you stop?
You worry about enjoying too much,
for the fear of not enjoying enough.
You worry about cosy moments where the most beautiful things unfold,
for the uncertainty of it happening again.
You worry about making new friends and opening up,
for the fear of the little time you have left with them.
You worry about every second you didn’t spend doing something worthwhile,
for each of those seconds was a second wasted.
You worry about loving without boundaries and shamelessly,
for the fear of it disintegrating before your eyes.
And you worry about catching your train,
about the money in your bank account, about your exam,
about the person who does not love you back,
and you worry, on and on and on,
without time or reason;
So how do you stop and breathe and appreciate
the little things?