Feat some words from @erikageraerts
There are so many great things. Great. Things.
Things that when you notice said great things, you can’t help but stop and just say, holy shit. THAT. THING.
Yes, for every great thing there’s a bad thing. But for all the bad things that happen: horrible stories, horrible people, horrible news shoved down our throats, there are things that just flaw you with their simple, great beauty.
Nils Frahm. Nils Frahm- You... You started this thing.
Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy.
Douglas Adams. Remember this sentence? “There were about three other customers in the place, sitting at tables, nursing beers. About three. Some people would say there were exactly three, but it wasn’t that kind of a place, not the kind of a place you felt like being that specific in.” Oh man. Thing !
Kissing people. Kissing someone you like. The smile you get after it happens. It’s a little hidden but it’s yours, you know? It’s your thing.
Her freckles. + + +
Simple, really great things that can happen. That aren’t connected, and that don’t quite mean a thing.
People rushing around a city.
The smell of coffee. What the hell are you meant to do when you smell that?
Piano. Listening to someone play that thing. Have you had much of that? My mother is a pianist so that’s just normal for me, but when you just stop and that thing that makes noises just from someone’s fingers hitting small wooden pieces and it is floating through you wherever you are and it’s almost. too. much. That thing that makes noises.
Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s hard not to get caught up and carried away. Don’t you think?
Tea. Making a cup every night that you won’t drink, but instead that will sit at your feet, waiting to be the optimal temperature, before you forget about it and the moment is gone. Leaving 3/4 filled tea cups all around your apartment.
The whole Count of Monte Cristo thing.
Just books in general.
I’m just trying to say books.
The feeling you get when you know you should be going to sleep but that book thing is just too good. And you’re falling asleep rereading that one sentence that you keep falling asleep over, willing yourself to finish the page even if it takes you the rest of the night. “All human wisdom is contained in these two words – Wait and Hope”. Well played Dumas, well played indeed.