This is the Life

Mia Winhertt

I stare out of my window
To watch the rain falling down,
Rhythmically, almost musically,
Without any urgency,
On the lush greenery,
As I munch on a packet of chips,
Savoring their taste,
Without any urgency,
Without a care in the world,
Thinking, “This is the life.”

Of course, I have many a care,
Real-life things so big,
That if I start counting,
I won’t be able to even see the rain.
So even if this life is not yet ideal,
For few moments,
I choose
To enjoy myself.
I choose to actually feel,
“This is the life.”

32 thoughts on “This is the Life”

  5. This poem reminds us that life isn’t always perfect, but we can always choose to pause, savor a moment, and recognize its value. That choiceβ€”making space for calm, for small beautyβ€”is what turns an ordinary moment into a fulfilling one.

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  11. il dolce far niente!

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