But a useless thought much like all other useless thoughts

The way I see it, not much can be said about "the little things" other than they are things and they are little. While they seem to be held on a pedestal and wrung to their utmost capacity in an attempt to validate life and create a sense of joy, no one ever remembers to step back and remind us that "the big thing" probably takes the gold in the end.

After a lifetime of being asked to ignore "the big thing" by grasping for "the little things" as if they were bubbles of oxygen under a sea of sludge, I say screw it.

I can see "the big thing" now, and whilst "the little things" may very well be a box of chocolates that I allow to melt into the cracks between my teeth and tease my tastebuds in order to distract me from all the bitterness that abounds beyond a morsel, that "big thing" is a plethora of infinite cacao trees just waiting for me to bring some sugar and a low-burning flame.

Of course, too much chocolate is poisonous and quite wretched for both mind and body, so perhaps it is better in smaller doses after all.

And with this, I'll start again trying to justify the human existence, all the little quirks that come with it, the meaning of life, and the conundrum of living.