— a short non-fiction of potpourris.
As Simple As That
Before we return to chaos and mayhem.
It took numerous turns to say that I have grown an awful lot since I first tried to comprehend adulthood. Albeit I’ve lost count of how many times I consumed my reflection in the mirror, I must’ve become one without realizing it. If not, what could better explain these thoughts I’m having?
But how did I know that I’m not being completely leathered or delusional?
Well, it all comes down to the thing that elates me the most. The thing that makes me feel like I’m soaring through the seventh heaven despite remaining glazed and lifeless on the outside.
Although they may differ from one day to the next, extravagant, mundane things, don’t seem to elate me anymore. No, it’s not those too grand or too lavish to be enjoyed. And no, I’m not saying that I won’t be thrilled to be greeted by them; I’m not naive. Yet, it’s the little things I turn to nowadays.
Such as today, where I sat in comfortable silence with whatever’s left of my family for breakfast. After years of eating alone, albeit we live under the same roof, the whole morning was terrifyingly comforting.
Just us, relishing and disrupting each other’s silence while we dive headfirst into the in-between.
I never thought growing up right would be defined as the ability to appreciate simplicity. If only the world agreed to never disagree on this perspective merely for one day, the bleakest possible circumstances would cease to exist.
The perfect stillness from whatever’s left of my family and world domination powered by paradoxical thoughts.
Yes, those are indeed too weird a thought to have over breakfast. Yet, they chose to roam through my brain as both sound and movement had gone absent from the dining table.
But hey, at least I’m a grownup.
