Sitting With
… the view of Mukilteo Beach, watching boats make patterns on the ocean surface, feeling the cool air, sipping on a cup of tea: I have missed home. I’ve been bypassing all this beauty, and now that I’m gone I have begun to realize how much of a precious commodity it is to have this place be my home. There are an array of birds going mad to my right, but it’s rhythmic and serene. The little old cafe bustling with consumers sit to my right, and oh how the environment differs from say… Starbucks.
A while ago while making a QFC run, I found myself nose into a bouquet of flowers when a passing stranger commented, “Stopping to smell the flowers, eh?” And I was doing just that. Taking note of such purrrtyyy flowers. But I haven’t been the same! I’ve forgotten to stop and smell the flowers, I’ve forgotten to leave my friends little notes where they least expect it, I have forgotten to send unexpected text messages just to grant them a lovely day, I’ve forgot to pick up and extra cup of coffee for the friend who gave me a ride, I have forgot to mention the L word to the person I genuinely love.
So here is a note to self: Stop and smell the roses. Because what’ll get me further in life? This lousy chemistry homework or appreciation for life.
