Sometime you just have to be happy. You just have to look up into the blue blue sky and see all the signs telling you to dance, and sing.
Sometimes you just have to read every Thomas book in the library before you leave.
Sometimes you have to paint a green livingroom brown.
Sometimes you need to see the passion in the people around you and celebrate them.
Sometimes you need to eat croissants for breakfast and let the crumbs get all over the place.
Sometimes you need to be happy even when things aren’t all okay.
Sometimes you have to listen to other people’s conversation just because.
Sometimes you have to let things be okay and take things in stride.
Sometimes you have to write crap just to get to the good stuff.
Sometime you just have to be happy that the sidewalks are made of sandstone slabs.