That's a lie. It's the little things that count. Small things keep us going, or tear us apart.
The simplest flower makes me smile. In fact, the smaller it is, the bigger I smile.
No, I'm not frail or easily offended, but even a small word with an unnecessary harsh tone does it's toll. I step back and issolate from that person. Every small complaining comment, all negative words and moves, make me step further and further away. Negativity is contagious; I don't want to chatch it. So I don't stay around negative people. In a short time, they have lost a friend and I have gained one more exaple to prove humanity's disastorous state.
But those little flowers . . .
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