Rule No. 118 - Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.

Oh Roald Dahl, how I love you.

Not entirely sure if this experience sums up the rule, but it's a great example. I needed to pop into Clicks the other day before work to pick up some medication but found out when I got there that i needed to wait another 13mins before they opened. it had to be one of THE coldest days and not being the best morning person, let's just say, I've been in better moods. Just as my last nerve was about to snap, a sweet old German man walked past with his bundle of washing for the laundry, smiled gently at me and said "everything comes to those who wait".

A simple little sentence that turned my day right around. I smiled back and not a minute later I was greeted at the door and welcomed into the warm store.

Do you remember when you were a child, when you walked into a new place, you would stop and stare and take everything in. Now, as we have grown older, we "don't have the time to". We rush in, get what we need and do what we have to and then leave, missing all the little surprises around us. From right now, make a conscious decision to watch the world with glittering eyes. While you driving, look around, see the sunset and the person in the car next to you singing away. When you wake up, take that extra second to look outside your window. It could make your day just that much better and put a little sparkle in your eye.

There are so many beautiful little surprises that the universe sends each day, don't be too busy to miss them!

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