Friday, October 9th, 2009

Little things.

Filed under: compassion — alison @ 08:16

After a series of little things, or perhaps not-so-little things making themselves felt as little things, I came home last night, yelled at Mark and threw myself onto the bed, kicking the mattress and sobbing into my pillow.

This morning there was a busker in the metro. An old west-indian guy who’s been a regular as long as I’ve been working downtown. Strumming his acoustic guitar and singing his familiar, comforting, hopeful reggae.

I gave him a dollar. He gave me a smile.

Little things.


  1. I can only agree, its the little things in life. I want to add this special video about this subject: which teaches us that we don’t need to have everything to be completely happen, in fact having everything makes it harder to be happy.

    Also, I hope you made things good with Mark?

    Comment by Michel Everts — Saturday, October 10th, 2009 @ 11:49

  2. Michel: Yes, I did manage to make things good with Mark. He’s very forgiving, for some reason.

    Comment by alison — Monday, March 22nd, 2010 @ 11:11

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