Sometimes I wonder if you just have to live for the small things, like being complimented, or someone picking up the pen you dropped, or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe it’s a message from your friend that makes you smile ever though all it says is “Hey…”  

Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.

Last year I kept a jar in my room with a small notepad next to it. And every time something small that made me happy happened I wrote it down and stuck it in the jar. Then on new year’s day I emptied the jar and read through all the little notes I’d made. They all seemed small at the time, but when I put them all together they were actually bigger than I thought.