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20 Beautiful & Oddly Specific Reasons to Enjoy Life

  1. The delicate and peaceful sound of my cat drinking water, like raindrops tapping the surface of a still pond.
  2. The papery sigh of a novel closing after a long emotional journey.
  3. Catching the scent of old paper and instantly being transported to a library I’ve never actually been to.
  4. Rereading a book and stumbling across a highlighted passage like a message from a past version of myself.
  5. When a line in a film or book mirrors my inner monologue so precisely, as if the screenwriter or author borrowed my soul for a moment. Also, when the first sentence of a book or line of a film feels like the start of a new life.
  6. Catching my reflection and thinking, “Who is she?!” but in a good, main-character way.
  7. When my playlist shuffle feels personally and eerily curated by the universe.
  8. When a song I forgot I loved starts playing in a random place.
  9. When sunlight filters through curtains like a scene from a French New Wave film.
  10. Watching the shadows of leaves perform a ballet on walls.
  11. The eerie comfort of fog swallowing the landscape, softening the edges of reality.
  12. Putting my ear to a seashell and pretending it’s whispering ancient stories just to me.
  13. Overhearing a random snippet of a conversation that makes absolutely no sense but still cracks me up.
  14. Talking to animals like they completely understand the emotional weight of my words.
  15. The delicate rhythm of footsteps echoing down an empty corridor, like life composing its own score.
  16. Witnessing two pigeons having what seems to be a very serious argument.
  17. Catching a falling leaf mid-air and making a wish, even if I don’t necessarily believe in them.
  18. When the shape of a cloud resembles something mythological like a sleeping Minotaur, a weeping Muse.
  19. The strange nostalgia of walking into a room I’ve never seen before but swear I’ve dreamed of.
  20. Realising I’ve designed entire cities in my dreams that I revisit as if they’re archived in a forgotten corner of the real world.