Is it stupid to keep things that are ordinarily trivial, or mundane that others would not hesitate to dispose of or delete after its purpose has been served?
I had forgotten the taste of solitude
the kind that came in glass bottles
where the feeling was intoxicating –
with not a care in the world.
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” – Marcus Aurelius
Today I learned to be thankful:
Who knew making breakfast could be so anecdotal? I’m sitting here nibbling at the remainder of the bread made out of curiosity and cheese, and suddenly I’m full of ideas waiting to be made into a coherent thought.
Maybe I’ll never get over the little things. Yes, the exact same little things, little quirks, little events that I have and experience on most days with mostly the same people. See, the thing is, I look at it as a whole different experience in itself.
Learning about silence the hard way proved to be the most effective way to hit home with the reality that words do not always save the day.
And in between moments
when we blink
the air is different
it tastes fresh
and you open
a new door
of the morning
just to find
keep the door open
and let the light
keep the door open.