That Greek word is as lovely as it sounds. It translates to “the singular balance of the good and the beautiful,” which I have learned while re-reading Eat Pray Love. The peculiar thing about re-reading is that you pay attention to different things every single time, and it just so happened that this phrase struck a chord in me, owing to my situation at the moment. (So I will use this phrase in this context and this usage, as the definitions are not limited to just this one. )
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.