/lit/ - Literature

I try to spend a few seconds each day stopping and looking at what was given to us. Walking over a rocky road I stop to hear the smooth scratches of pebbles slipping past rocks; it gives me this profound appreciation for life. I'll stop and kneel down to pick up a pebble and feel it because I know I was supposed to, because that is what living is. It's not the harmonious choir in great halls or watching my kids play with my beautiful wife, but a fucking leaf that falls on my lap when I'm sitting outside that gives me confidence that somthing past the boundaries of consciousness is waiting for me. And that is very comforting.