beneath the sun, I sat at a green table outside WholeFoods, ready to ponder my present condition, in relations to that special song, which from within some slippery center, has been and remains a guiding source of inspiration...
I watched hundreds of faces walk in and out of the store, each a unique rendition of a specific someone, and I wondered what makes this one more appealing to others than that one, what features strikes us as pleasing to the eye... A matter of taste, some might offer. But even that isn't a clear cut answer.
I heard it said that it's a matter of style, confidence and presence, as opposed to nervousness, uncertainty, low self-esteem, the scent of fear, of inadequacy. Maybe, it's a bit of this, a dash of that, and here you have it: a highly attractive persona.
Since I am not really searching for an answer, I'll just leave it to that, hoping that you too got to spend some time beneath the sun on this warm February day.
Be well, and if you forgot, remember to be comfortable around yourself.
P.S: Where have the good-friends gone? Why have their smiles dried along my side of the river? One day here, and the next gone. No farewells needed. Cut the line and simply move on, not realizing that for some of us, the connection lingers on. But, whom am I to blame, anyone else but the main protagonist of this story that is I? After all, we might just be as helplessly lost as Autumn's fallen leaves when caught in a mean September whirlwind.
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