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The soft buzz of a bumblebee,
The croaks of a frog behind a tree.
The soft music playing in the background,
Or that line stuck in your head and won’t get out.
The mom who walks in during your class, Sweet things ruined by the sour tongue,
To check if you’re okay, if you’re going to last, Along the bitter thought that comes.
The next four hours of physics class. It is so easy to spoil a precious moment,
The sound of laughter, music to your ears, But it is so hard to get it back.
Especially from the one who laughs Why do we live like this?
funnier than the joke. Why do we forget what is beautiful?
What makes sadness so powerful it erases our minds of happy
The popping of bubble wrap between your fingers, memories?
A simple sound that clears a busy mind.
The tiny compliments or a pat on the head, It is not the sad things,
Makes you think that Or the bad things,
‘Maybe all the hard work is worth it in the end.’ That brings depression,
Beautiful sounds but yet we hear, Or ruins our day.
The news from last night or “the deadline is near”. But it is us,
We stress over words that don’t mean a thing, That ruins our own day.
And forget the good ones that got us through To be grateful,
everything. Is to remember the happy things that come,
We cry and weep over words said through anger, To be grateful,
And forget the ones said over a deep conversation. Is to stop complaining, and whining,
When did negative words become louder than the positive But instead,
ones? Look to the other side of the watermelon.

The taste of chocolate as it melts in your mouth, As we learn to appreciate the little things in life,
And the rich layered cake someone sent to your house. We do not need big events or surprise parties
The smell of breakfast wraps around you, Because
Greeted by your mom with a smile on her face, Things as simple as a warm hug,
Her bags so obvious, she didn’t sleep, again. Or holding an elevator door,
The warm rice sitting in the cooker, Even a text from someone you love,
Made just the way that you like it, Is more
And the smell of soy sauce poured over slightly burnt egg. than enough.
The strong scent of coffee is enough to wake you up,
All you need is one perfect cup, [A poem about the simple little things in life and learning
And you think to yourself: to view problems from the other side of the lens. ]
‘This,
This is enough.’

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