I'm not sure when it happened, exactly, but at some point during high school or college, my mom was trying to coax me out of heartbreak by reminding me of life's simple pleasures. Most of the conversation is lost to me, but I remember one statement:
"Ya know what I love? Pockets."
And my mother proceeded to explain how sometimes, when everything seems to be going wrong, she reminds herself how much she loves pockets. Because they're convenient. Because at some point, someone had to invent them. They go unnoticed, but they're essential.
Maybe that’s why I love POPPLES ? They live in pockets💗