happiness is not a fish that you can catch
Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.
- Robertson Davies
today is just one of those days where everything feels clouded over. i'm at panera again.
across from me there is an old couple, both wearing pastel clothes and drinking pastel drinks. they share a muffin and make little conversation. i suppose after being together so long talking becomes unnecessary.
all around me are people with untapped stories. the woman in the corner with a bright blue polo shirt. she sits alone with her head resting on her fist and stares at the table. a mother and daughter who walk in, arguing loudly with one another. the employee who is old enough to be my grandmother, wiping down tables and making small talk with customers. the middle-aged man on the other side of the room clenches a coffee cup and looks around with the a forced nonchalance, tapping his foot.
i think the reason i become inexplicably sad sometimes is because it feels like i've lost my poetry, but not the yearning to write it. hmm.
- Robertson Davies
today is just one of those days where everything feels clouded over. i'm at panera again.
across from me there is an old couple, both wearing pastel clothes and drinking pastel drinks. they share a muffin and make little conversation. i suppose after being together so long talking becomes unnecessary.
all around me are people with untapped stories. the woman in the corner with a bright blue polo shirt. she sits alone with her head resting on her fist and stares at the table. a mother and daughter who walk in, arguing loudly with one another. the employee who is old enough to be my grandmother, wiping down tables and making small talk with customers. the middle-aged man on the other side of the room clenches a coffee cup and looks around with the a forced nonchalance, tapping his foot.
i think the reason i become inexplicably sad sometimes is because it feels like i've lost my poetry, but not the yearning to write it. hmm.