Some say that the little things aren't anything serious,

As in not serious enough to consciously fixate on most of the time.

You'd think that a little thing isn't worth getting worked up about:

Like tripping over your own untied shoelaces,

Or being a few minutes late to class,

Or misplacing that assignment that took you all night to do,

Or forgetting the textbook you're supposed to bring.

In any one of those moments, you can't think straight about anything anymore,

But then you start to relax,

Remembering that it's just the small stuff—it's nothing more than that.

Or is it?

If you really think about it, they're not all bad:

Sometimes, the little things help take your mind off the much bigger things.

For instance, when you're stressed out from studying for midterms,

You'd like nothing more than a Starbucks hot chocolate with whipped cream,

Or a few cookies to dunk in that cocoa,

Or listening to your go-to indie playlist,

Or snuggling up in your favorite PJs with a good book to read on a chilly autumn evening.

So, as these are parts of a whole,

On the one hand,

All these little things can add up to a meaningful, irreplaceable experience to remember,

But on the other hand,

They can mean nothing more than just these insignificant, undesirable parts to discard.

The question is:

When you look back on the whole of your life,

How many of these things will be remembered, and how many will be discarded?