A series of little things

Dear child,

Sometimes not doing something is the way to life

Cut off the long work hours and return home to your husband or wife

Get out of your head, jump out of your train of thoughts,

Cozy up in your bed and stop building unreal story plots.

The only moments you remember are ones that you lived

Spur of the moment plans come bearing the truest gifts

Like when you danced along to slow jazz that winter night

And cooked a scrumptious dinner to display in the candlelight.

The simplicity of little things are what we live for

Not the mountain high top treasuries that we would single handedly strive for.

But the green of the grass and the stroke of the wind that blows your hair

Those are the seconds and minutes we remember like the holy words of a prayer.

You don’t have to go hunting for these precious little moments

You won’t have to gather enormous amounts of ridiculous payments

They are alive right now, right at this instance

Just when you exhale and tune into your existence.

So leave that party you don’t want to dance at

Put the teabag in the cup and pull that old book from behind the rack

Be inspired and write your own pages as you go

Even the misspelt words and ink spills are yours to own.

To live is our only purpose

So wear your funky shoes and colour your hair purple

Light up that candle you’ve been saving for a special occasion

For life isn’t a calculated complex equation.

Life is a wild dance and the songs you sing in the shower

You are the hero wearing a cape and life is your superpower

Stop counting the number of plates you own

And in these little moments you will live a little more.

-Mauli Nautiyal