Call me an escapist, but I hold coffee in high regard. A cup of coffee gives a temporary shelter, It dissolves everything away and yet matches it up together to form a perfect blend. It’s the perfect start to a day, where things are fresh, and you feel raw. It’s a world in a cup, it’s a map and mysterious journey.
Sometimes life is so full of unpredictable beauty and strange surprises that it catches you off-guard. Do you know that feeling? When something is just too beautiful. When someone says or does something or writes something that moves you, maybe even changes you?
All we have is our memories. They’re all we can really base anything on. We all have our present moment, but you can’t help but be shaped by what came before. How many of our memories last?
Maybe not that many. Some memories you can remember perfectly from long ago. The joy and sorrow goes away, the specifics fade into eternal way. What’s left of us are just traces of the feelings. Sometimes they’re beautiful and poignant, other times they leave us remorseful and with regrets. So what to do with all of these memories? Do you cherish what you have, what you could still remember, create new ones and hope they last?
Where do you find comfort? I find comfort in rainy nights, with raindrops singing the lullaby. I find comfort in reading books. I find comfort in my running time. I find comfort in my daily morning coffee ritual. I find comfort in taking things just a tiny bit slower and I find comfort in isolating myself. Away from the judging crowd.
My brain refuses to be slow. It’s constantly awake and moving. Thinking about this and that. Some call it overthinking, I just simply name it overclocking. It’s hard to attain inner silence when your mind has a lot to talk about. It feels like you’re being torn into different personalities, judgemental opinions, and it just couldn’t slow itself down. I’ve got dreams in hidden places and extra mile for when I’m blue for we are essentially and utterly alone in the things most intimate and important.
I updated this on my Facebook moments go. It goes like this, ‘Wouldn’t you want to open yourself to a good experience that shouldn’t have happened, even if it won’t last?’
So now the question is, would you?