I’ve heard often, that one should take pleasure in the small things in life, because they happen far more often than the big ones. I guess there’s a good amount of truth to that last part, but I’m not so sure if that would ultimately raise the level of happiness one (or I) feel(s).

Today (well, actually on my way to work yesterday) something small happened, which … had me grinning to myself for a good five minutes.

I stopped at the Rewe to grab some water and a snack for tonight at work. One of my favorite cashiers was on duty. Of course I queued at her checkout line. Well, when I was done, and was packing up my stuff I was asked “Keinen Kassenbon, wie immer?” This may sound completely inconsequential, but it basically was the highlight of my day to that point.

Then … on the bus a short while later I realized something else that has changed in my life lately.¹ Some guy (!) came in and headed past my seat. He was wearing a hoodie, so I didn’t really see a lot of his head or face, but I did see his eyes. And they where an extreme blue. That’s when I realized how I lately react to, and notice, the small things more than the larger ones.

This doesn’t mean though, that I don’t see the big things anymore. Most of the last few days sucked big time. But most of the evenings where great. It’s rather scary, how much I’ve come to rely on certain things for a daily injection of “positiveness”. It really isn’t anything special, but simply talking for some time. I’m glad that I asked for that deal, and so far we’ve exceeded it, which is even better. Thank you!

Someone else has also grown close again. Not as close as we used to be, but I’ll tell you f2f, as promised. Sorry for my lapses in replying the last two days. I “managed” to swamp myself with stuff to do and sort out … both real things and emotional stuff too. Sorry.

I guess … this about sums up the confusion in my head. I’ll play for a bit more, and then head off to bed.