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Beautiful video of ordinariness and the art in itself ~
I just need someone who loves classics as much as I do. Who is as enthralled with the idea of reading out loud to someone you love as much as I am. Like??? Getting to read to someone I love? Getting to read out loud? Listening to someone I love read? And we're both genuinely interested and having a good time! Whyyy is it not normalized?
And hand written love letters! And just old school, romantic love. Like really old school. Bring me flowers with secret meanings. Kiss my hand before my mouth. Chase after me without harassing me! Care about the little things! And let us read to each other!
As I sat in the dark, eating strawberries and nutella on toast, watching the lighting roll outside my window, I thought, "this is what poetry is made of" and I figured someone would know what I meant.
Recently I met a friend of mine. The kind of friend you just share a long, good conversation with. I expressed my disdain for how little I smile at strangers now. She shared with me that, her smile is her biggest asset at her workplace. And I vowed that despite the creeps I may sometimes encounter, I will try my best to smile. At everyone and everything. The smile that just says ''I'm glad this moment is happening''. Today as I sat down in the park to make a brief note about my calming morning in my journal, I heard the sound of rushed anklets. A little girl, as little as four years old, walked amidst both her grandparents. She held hands with her grandparents as she walked. But her hands were too short and legs too tiny. The jingle of her anklets on her tiny feet trying to catch-up was such a sight, alongside their calm and synchronized pace. This was a moment that was important for me to remember. The pure simplicity with which it gave me an odd yet comforting joy. And that's when I caught the grandmother's eye and gave her the brightest smile. As though to thank for the moment she co-created. And she smiled back at me. This exchange of smiles for me was a way to convey my gratitude someway, somehow- as she generously let me make this new space in my conscience to hold this moment- of which she is the owner- oh so dearly...
sometimes, caring is loving oranges, and still giving three slices to your friend and eating the remaining two slices.