Growing up hurts. Learning the ways of the world is a painful experience.
Similar to a wisdom tooth pushing its way through the gum, we plod through life’s early years, constantly absorbing what is going on around us, in the hope that this knowledge and experience will help us to deal with and make sense of the world.
And we become adults, and the wisdom tooth still aches, as it tries to find its place in the world, even though there seems to be no place for it; still a stranger.
& yet through it all, as the cliché goes,
the simple pleasures of life make it all worth it:
a warm morning hug;
looking into the eyes of a loved one and delving into each others’ worlds, merging into one;
a caress, a touch of the hand, a smile from a neighbour;
the humdrum of everyday life, grabbing a quick coffee with a friend, & a satisfied client complimenting a job well done;
a brief interlude from life as we know it in a place you have never been before;
having a laugh with a group of people you don’t know;
cooking to the sound of Italian musical notes...;
and then sipping sweet wine while breathing in the evening’s salty, sea-smelling breeze;
both wine & breeze drugging us into thinking that the morning troubles are part of a dream long gone & to be forgotten, & also reminding us that tomorrow is never promised, urging us to lose ourselves in these fleeting moments in time.
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