People always say that in order to enjoy life you have to find pleasure in the smallest things. I have long been skeptical of that mindset. As a naturally depressive person, I am used to being swallowed up in the big picture and neglecting the trees in the forest. What difference do the small things make when the world is clouded in fog and misery? I'm used to focusing on the big picture and all the minor details blur together in a cloud of meaningless nothing.
Then November 2024 came.
