The couple next to me is making a list on the back of a receipt. They look like they are in a hurry, the girl looking at the boy for reassurance, the boy looking at the list for an escape.
I am sitting at EAT. I just finished my lunch, and am now relaxing next to the window reading my book. The door is open, and the cold wind is rushing in, leaving the sunshine outside.
I had an orange juice. I need the vitamins. I am so tired. I had a lot of sleep, but my eyelids still feel heavy. It is all about perspective. I sleep more and feel more tired. It is all about perspective.
I am walking the fine line between content and stressed. A lot of things have changed in the past month -even in the past week. Have you ever experienced the kind of relief that will not allow you to be happy? The kind of relief that seems almost impossible; almost out of place?
I am so used to seeing my day as a list, that I forget the heading. Life. Living it. Not completing tasks, but experiencing moments.
I walked through a park today; I passed a patch of daisies, a full rubbish bin and a dog carrying a branch. I reached the road, and saw a gap between two buildings across the street. Everyone was walking past it, not paying attention to how wonderfully out of place it was. And then I noticed over the gap, how the wall of another building was taken over by a green moss; my heart skipped a beat. It was so beautiful, so unexpected, beauty of the world that stays hidden in plain sight. Looking at a gap should not only be about taking note of what is missing; it should be also be about finding out what is already there.
I sigh; the couple next to me have finished their list, and they look content; I am content too, even though my list is far from over.