The little things

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I can’t enjoy the little things. I know I should, but I can’t. I see them as inconsequential. So much happens and so little changes. Each individual event or emotion is meaningless beyond the constraints of the present in which we find ourselves. The world keeps spinning whatever happens and so I find it difficult to take pleasure in the little things. Because in all likelihood everything will remain the same after they happen.

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