Happiness in Small Things

The other day, at home, I found happiness in a bunch of bananas. I saw them and immediately felt happy. “Ahh! What beautiful bananas!” I said. They were so yellow, fresh, clean, and looked delicious. My son was watching me. He smiled and said, “Mumma, you get excited about such small things! You express your happiness so easily. So many little things make you happy. That’s very good!”

And he is right. I do get excited about small things. A flower, a beautiful smile, a bird, a kind word, a nice song, something fresh from the market, even a bunch of yellow bananas can make me happy. These little moments bring hope into my heart. They make my mind feel peaceful. But when my son noticed this little quality in me and said it out loud, that made me feel even happier. Sometimes, it feels very special when someone notices the way we are …

I think small things are not always small. A small kind word can become precious to someone. A small gesture can stay in someone’s heart for a long time. Simply noticing someone can make them feel seen. I notice many little things, words, expressions, movements, flowers, sounds, and moments. Perhaps that is why my ordinary days are often filled with little pieces of happiness …

What small thing made you happy today?

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Please, No More Notebooks

I have a tiny request for everyone
No. No

Please don’t gift me another notebook
Really. Really

I love them far too much
Too much. Too much

Every beautiful cover whispers my name
Whisper. Whisper

I tell myself, “This is the last one”
Last. Last

Then another one appears with lovely paper
Oops. Oops

Now my shelves look like a stationery festival
Help. Help

Some are waiting for poems
Waiting. Waiting

Some are waiting for sketches
Waiting. Waiting

And some are simply waiting for the perfect first page
Someday. Someday

So if you love me, give me a hug instead

Enough. Enough

#roksanatales

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A little confession…

I truly love notebooks. They hold dreams, poems, sketches, random thoughts, secret little notes, and even complete gibberish. There is something magical about a fresh page waiting for a story

The funny part is, I already have more notebooks than I could possibly fill. Yet every time I see another beautiful one, I wonder if I should bring it home too. I honestly have no idea when I’ll ever use them all, but somehow, I still can’t resist …

Do you also collect notebooks faster than you can fill them, or are you someone who finishes one before buying the next?

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