Everyone is missing out on the good shit in life focusing only on the forest but not the fine details, the forest only exists because of millions of small beautiful details.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m on the spectrum but I hope it isn’t, I wish everyone could experience the same joy I get from all the small things.
I’ve found that, as an autistic person, I tend to interpret things deeply and with confidence quickly.
This often leads to me interpreting and then getting upset about specific messages people are sending, and being wrong about those messages.
What do you think the saying means?