I’m only here because of the little things

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Emma Zawacki

Nat and I being cute.

I wouldn’t be where I am without the little things.

And by the little things, I mean the things that captivate my mind more than you ever have before. Things like getting lost in my book during third hour AP Lit’s ten minutes of reading. Things like dedicating my Monday nights to the studio I adore. Things like simply taking a drive by myself on a school night when the moon is out and the streetlights are lit—the little moments. It’s the things that flip a switch in my mind to turn on or off the light that determines my thoughts during a day’s worth.

So I’ll keep on taking advantage of the little things, the distractions—the moments that keep my mind at ease.”

A day’s worth—that’s all it takes.

That’s all it takes for a day to be a good day.

Nicely enough, that light switch has been on for a good while now—I’ve managed to keep my mind up, up, and away, away from you. But sometimes, it switches off.

I didn’t lay a finger on it; I didn’t touch it, no—not in the slightest. So why, why would it go off with no warning, with no indication?

It caught me off guard, it made me fall back, it cast a shadow over my head.

Where have the little things that saved me gone? The little things I depended on, the things that made my days worth waking—they’ve disappeared.

But I have to remember that tomorrow is a new day. The distractions I thrive off will still be here in a day, a week—a month. No matter how substantial or how minuscule, they will continue to define me over and over and over until I’m no longer dependent on them, but on myself, to be my own biggest distraction.

So I’ll keep on taking advantage of the little things, the distractions—the moments that keep my mind at ease.

And it’s only a matter of time until the light switch goes off again.