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Its the little things that matter..... the beginning of spring  the joy of a meal  the colors in the market place  the lights that dispel darkness  the sense of community  the taste of the exotic  the sweetness of chocolate  the sounds of the jazz band on a friday night  the  blueness of the sky I tell you its the little things that really matter!

Ever put your face between your palms and feel the prick of tears beneath your eyelids? Ever wondered how you will find the strength to go on? Ever wondered how on earth you can smile when you see all your dreams crashing down like a pile of rubble? Ever wondered why though you are in the world surrounded by billions of people you feel like there is no one else who knows what it feels like to be so alone? Ever trudged silently up a hill putting one step in front of the other wondering if you would ever have the strength to get to the top? Ever felt like the weight of the world is crushing you slowly but surely and wondering whether you would ever be able to smell the roses or see the sunrise? Ever looked so hard in the darkness to just see a glimer of light and instead all you saw where the glimmer of eyes belonging to the hordes of hell? Ever fought a battle in your own strength and knew without a shadow of doubt that the next blow would strike you down and death was