Sometimes when I am down and all I can see is dread I hold on to my happy times. They are just memories of good times but though are non-materialistic they cost more in worth then any costly good I have.
Sometimes wherever you look you see sadness and heartache, you can watch the news 24/7 and feel pants. It can be hard to see the light when it so overcast with darkness.
Then random things happy, out of the blue without any warning that take your breathe away. Simple things such as taking a moment to talk to you when others see you as autistic. They see you as an individual and respect what you say. They don’t talk at you or speak in a patronising tone, it is the acceptance and thoughtfulness that can make you smile.
It is the gesture of when your husband allows you to have sleep in when you are so desperately tired after an emotional night that drains you from all your energy.
It’s when a stranger spots you dropped your bus pass (your so busy with your screaming child) and hands it back means so much but such a small act of kindness.
Seeing all the good heroes that just do it, just because they are a good human makes this world much more bearable and happy to be here.