The Only Thoughts That Occur

As we age, there are increasingly more important choices to make and we just have to bear with the ones we can handle the most because every option has consequences. We then become more pragmatic and far from romanticising everything that looks pretty in the eyes. Only because we know there's always struggle and hardship behind all the beautiful things in life. 

Deep conversations become a rare gem as we are so used to living life by consuming superficial conversations for our daily dose of vitamins. To some extent, it becomes an attachment or a habit that is inseparable from us. Until one day, we found ourselves either too numb or too vulnerable to share an honest, soulful conversation with others that it would be awkward if we had one. 

So does our work that becomes our life, not a part of it. Sometimes we lose our way when there is too much to handle, but also when there is none. We put our job as a label to define us. We make work our hobby, and we talk about it at the office, in a family gathering, and even with friends whom we didn't see for years. Not to mention that many of us have circles that mainly, if not the only one, consist of our coworkers. 

But many things remain the same, with two or three as the first number in our birthday candles.

Like some of us who were probably born to be the companion of solitude. Regardless of the number that represents how long we have lived in this world, we always enjoy being left alone with music, books, and movies with the people and in the place we call home. 

Like some goals are never easily quantified, visible by the eyes, and explained in a few words. But that doesn’t make them less important than those dreams aim to seek positions and figures - because labels and numbers we carry shouldn’t determine our values. 

Like the little things that are still our survival kit when life feels overwhelming. The smell and taste of the first cup of coffee in the morning. The golden late afternoon sunlight streams into our living room through the window. The sound of the rain. The scent of wet earth and plants and fresh laundry. The colorful patterns of fabrics. These simple pleasures we call everyday life, the ones that are often overlooked but can stop us from the busy world and put us at ease.