I have no idea what to do with my life.
I feel like I'm this little speck of dust that can't decide where to settle. While all the other specks have claimed a bookshelf, a keyboard,or a coffee table, I'm still here, wandering around in open space -- untethered, unanchored, undecided. Lost.
I like those moments when I'm sitting in a coffee shop, sipping tea and watching people go about their business. I wonder if the man on the phone has a wife and kids. I wonder if the stiletto-heeled woman will visit her mother for Christmas. If the teenagers wearing couple shirts will have matching gold rings in eight years. If the hunch-backed hermit has found his bed for the night. I wonder if they're happy. I hope they're happy.
I like those moments when I'm sitting in a coffee shop, sipping tea and watching people go about their business. I wonder if the man on the phone has a wife and kids. I wonder if the stiletto-heeled woman will visit her mother for Christmas. If the teenagers wearing couple shirts will have matching gold rings in eight years. If the hunch-backed hermit has found his bed for the night. I wonder if they're happy. I hope they're happy.