It doesn’t do to think of life with simple, childish adjectives, like “good” or “bad.” Like the Oriental rug on your living room floor, life is a wide expanse filled with million of tiny details. Some will make you smile or laugh out loud. Some you will regret; some will make you cry.

But remember that whatever happens, you’re blessed to have this life, to be following a path with experiences entirely your own. And that is, and forever will be, a miracle.

You must remember the tiny miracles, the details in your rug. A long stroll with your best friend; an A on an exam that you studied weeks for.

A poetic moment that you know will make a fantastic Ficlet. Or the brownie you know you really shouldn’t eat—but when you eat it, it’s so delicious, and it reminds you that we all have to be a bit self-indulgent once in a while.

And when you see a pretty scene, take a picture, for you may never be here again.

Remember everyday, for each is brimming with a million little miracles.