a daylight dream

All along, it was always about the little things. Eyes waking up to a welcoming, loving beam of sunlight. The feeling of being at home, right where you belong. The taste of crystal water. The steam ascending from a warm tea in a mug caressed gently by your fingers. It's the sound of footsteps in your home. The simple conversations in sleepy tones. It's the ideas to make the day a glimpse of heaven. Saying good morning to smiling passers-by. Walking with a dance in your step, eyes looking upwards to a clouded sky glimmering with beaming sunshine, or perhaps rain descending from monstrous, grey clouds. It's always about the present moment, and never about the past or future. It's not about the next big thing; the restlessness, the hours spent constructing ways to escape, to get better, stronger, happier . It's knowing that there is a bigger picture you're on your way towards, but there is no reason to rush it. Today is good as it is.   Perh...

I woke up this morning to a wave of sweltering heat in the room, despite having the AC on at night. My dad dashed out of the room, sighing, releasing his tension with a couple of loud exhales. I took a deep breath and walked to the balcony, finding the horizon blurred by strong sun rays that have moved a misty veil and bickered it to ascend and disrupt the blueness of the sky. It's summer. I don't mind the heat, I must admit I actually revel in it. Spending the day with light clothes on, drinking lots of water, snacking on crisp fruits throughout the day never fails to soothe my heart. Yet, I woke up feeling quite down. It's okay, isn't it? We all have those days.   Because I'm reading this really remarkable book which is teaching me to connect to my inner child and most genuine parts of who I am, I decided to have a conversation with my little self. I asked her why she felt bad and I was astounded by what she told me. She told me she misses the ...