commit to this memory
Once upon an ordinary day, there were two girls with ordinary lives and ordinary problems, and on an ordinary, cloudy and grey day like this, you could find them sitting in a booth in a tiny restaurant on a busy street. Forget salads and low-fat dressing and iced tea. These girls ordered some chili, vegetarian burgers, fries, and dark sodas. They sat across each other, plates full of hot food in between, and they fell into conversation. There was absolutely nothing in the world that they needed to discuss-- they didn't need to catch up on anything and they had already talked about everything under the sun millions of times before. Nevertheless, they lost themselves in the world of words, thoughts, emotions, and dreams.
I've begun to appreciate the walk i take to home everyday. Each time I'm ready to go, I'm never sure which route to take. I ask myself, "Do I want to be with people, or with nature today?"
Appreciation. That word kept ringing in their heads the entire night. They appreciated the way the food settled warmly into their tummies. They appreciated the way they were able to witness different faces, different crowds as they walked in and out of the place. They appreciated how as they sat in the same booth for hours, they had giggled at possibilities, cried at the things they hadn't gotten over, and pulled them into each other's minds. They appreciated the orange, blue, and pink chalks lying in the restroom. Excuse me while I kiss the sky, one wrote, and Tonight is the night the world begins again, the other wrote.
And they appreciated spontaneity. Without thinking it through, they found themselves at Tattoo Paradise. Nothing too crazy, but completely and totally spontaneously found themselves sitting in the piercer's seat, taking deep breaths. Oh, they appreciated the cute employee who smiled as the girls burst into their squealing frenzy. They appreciated bumping into a person who told them why he didn't care that his stretched ears would look funny in fifty years: because I'm committed to who I am. These girls appreciated the bus that didn't keep them waiting for too long, and how their ears glowed of red together.
The next morning, when one woke up with an email from the other, saying "heyy- thanks for a great day/evening :) ily xoxo", they appreciated each other.
I'm gonna remember an extraordinary night like this.
I've begun to appreciate the walk i take to home everyday. Each time I'm ready to go, I'm never sure which route to take. I ask myself, "Do I want to be with people, or with nature today?"
Appreciation. That word kept ringing in their heads the entire night. They appreciated the way the food settled warmly into their tummies. They appreciated the way they were able to witness different faces, different crowds as they walked in and out of the place. They appreciated how as they sat in the same booth for hours, they had giggled at possibilities, cried at the things they hadn't gotten over, and pulled them into each other's minds. They appreciated the orange, blue, and pink chalks lying in the restroom. Excuse me while I kiss the sky, one wrote, and Tonight is the night the world begins again, the other wrote.
And they appreciated spontaneity. Without thinking it through, they found themselves at Tattoo Paradise. Nothing too crazy, but completely and totally spontaneously found themselves sitting in the piercer's seat, taking deep breaths. Oh, they appreciated the cute employee who smiled as the girls burst into their squealing frenzy. They appreciated bumping into a person who told them why he didn't care that his stretched ears would look funny in fifty years: because I'm committed to who I am. These girls appreciated the bus that didn't keep them waiting for too long, and how their ears glowed of red together.
The next morning, when one woke up with an email from the other, saying "heyy- thanks for a great day/evening :) ily xoxo", they appreciated each other.
I'm gonna remember an extraordinary night like this.