That’s all I got to say… it was just one of those days…
In the quietness of the morning, I brewed myself a cup of fresh black coffee, plopped down on my well-cushioned couch, literally kicked my feet up (because I’m keeping my ankle elevated), and pulled out my book to delve into the story world waiting to be explored.
And then, I smiled. It stretched from ear to ear. I couldn’t help it. It was one of those moments in life that I found myself truly happy.
In the rush of our lives, I think all our senses are, to some extent, deadened. They are insensitive and have become passive. We are so busy to pay real attention to what goes on around us and our focus is dispersed; we are taught that multitasking is an asset, a key to success. But then our senses: smell, touch, vision, hearing and taste, don’t get to really play the part they exist in our lives for. While they exist to maximise the quality of our experiences, in our haste, we let these experiences pass us by, without understanding the extent of how amazing and how blissful these experiences really are.
They say “Time is money”, but the lack of it in our current world makes us poorer than we’ve ever been in history. What’s the point of rushing around, trying to get a gazillion things done, when we are actually missing the point of living?
Like everyone else, I face the timelessness in daily life, and let these magical moments go by without a second thought. Everyone has something their senses prick up in excitement at…but to many, it’s become a part of daily life and nothing more. To me, that’s just being “alive”, not “living.”
But this morning, I deeply breathed in the aroma and savoured the taste of coffee, while feeling the stimulation of caffeine, gradually awaking my body to the day. I awoke my imagination to life, as I saw and engaged with each and every word, bouncing off the pages.
I was Aware. Present. Living. And Happy.
So – for waking up my senses – thank you coffee, and my good book.