Nothing grand to wish for, but I pray that I am not yet pass

Nothing grand to wish for, but I pray that I am not yet passed my happiest days; that life didn’t give it in one package without me noticing that that was it. I pray my happiness comes in littlest of efforts, and smallest of reasons for every single day that I’ll be living here. I rather have it in pieces so it could last long, than to just own it in a day and just be sad for too long.