Feels great, doesn’t it?
Fun, laughs, giggles, LOLs, smiles, ROFL, dances, twerks, hugs, kisses, dates, blushes, and all the nice things life offers. Imagine, all those words and feelings felt in one day, or two of those or even one of them thoughts, lived on a given day. Are we still deprived? And none of it felt on a given day, are we then deprived? Probably.
The idea of being loved, the idea of someone being kind to you, the idea of the bus driver waiting for you when they see you sprinting to catch the bus, the idea of the barman knowing exactly what you want when you enter the bar, “One pint?”, “Yes Sir”.
The idea of a stranger’s dog wanting to get some well-deserved petting and pulling the leach towards you when they are out for their walk and you are out for yours in the park. The idea of the neighbour's cat purring away in glory outside your apartment door and curling away on your feet when they see you.
The idea of the rain outpour completely stopping when you step out commuting to work, the idea of the rain outpouring when you are taking a train to see your loved ones. Just the rain, in an empty train and you looking out the window as the raindrops hit your face as the train speeds away.
The idea of pizza, beer and mates, watching the match. The idea of a fireplace, some wine, and your partner cosying up as you read a book, and they read theirs.
The smell of the log burning up a chimney on a winter night. The noise of the waves hitting the shore on a scorching summer afternoon. Some pinacoldas, why not?
The idea of looking at all the old Kodak photos in the family album. The idea of school closed on a weekday because of bad weather. The idea of exams getting over and summer holidays starting.
The idea of making new friends, and then maintaining the friendships for years. The idea of making some more new friends in a new city you moved to.
Romances, first love, last love, sitting on the shoulder of your pal in a Rolling Stone concert, getting the last pizza slice, your nephew/niece liking the gift you gave them and you seeing them playing with him months afterwards.
The flower that you planted, planting, the T-shirt that you had lost, miraculously appearing, birds singing, and the smell of the coffee brewing.
Feels great, doesn’t it?
