Gratitude over small mercies

Sometimes it's perfectly alright in believing something unreal to be almost real. When you're vulnerable, all the little things that make you happy or smile, just take it. Count all the tiny blessings that you have. Yes, this thing I have is unreal, made up, too good to be true. But it makes me happy and I'm hanging on to it with no hope or expectations whatsoever. I'm blessed and grateful for all the little things that puts a smile on my face.