There are two people in this park throwing a ball to each other. Nothing special. It’s raining, but sunny and the floor is covered in beautiful autumn coloured leaves.
And I’m sat here trying to find things to live for.
Maybe that’s it, maybe it’s those tiny moments which feel fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Maybe.
I think about the word perseverance. Such an undervalued ability. Everyone perseveres in some way or another every day. Today it’s just more difficult.