Figure of Speech: The Little Things

When bus drivers wave to each other or gesture a nod of acknowledgement as they drive pass each other; when people open doors for each other and say 'thank you' and smile; when people offer seats to one another; when someone helps an elderly board/alight a bus; when someone shelters someone else into the bus; when someone makes conversation with the canteen/drink stall lady in school; when the bus driver waits for a passenger running for his life to board the bus; when both parties apologise after they accidentally bump into each other; when team-mates cheer each other on during tough training times; when old friends greet each other in school and when it rains just after you step into the comfort of your own home.

These little things make me love life. Especially the man- made gestures, they make me believe that the world is a pleasant place. They make me believe in the good in everybody. Even those with a socially unacceptable exterior have a good heart.

I am starting to notice the little things that make me smile. Life just seems to be more bearable to live in, that way. Life seems good all of a sudden.