« Good morning to you too » I sigh, exasperated,
watching my roommate begrudgingly wake up and strutting her feet to the
bathroom. Here goes another day.
God, I’m so tired. At least, the sooner I get started with this day, the sooner it will end.
Did they give us any assignments I forgot about ?
« No » my mind tells me.
Damn it, I’m going to be late again. I hope I’ll be able to
catch the bus on time. I really don’t want to pay for a taxi, I’m too broke for
When aren’t you, ever ?
« See you at school » I tell my roommate before shutting the door behind me.
Life is good. Thank you, God, for another day on this earth.
« Frick, it’s cold ».
Ugh, haven’t you ever seen someone talking to themselves ? Get over yourself.
People pay too much attention to everyone’s little move, that’s probably why they never get past gossips, judgments and rumours. It’s sad, really, how people have lost their depth. Maybe they have never had any.
No they did, inevitably. At least most of them. I mean, just go to a room full of children. They’re so curious and ask the deepest questions out of the most simple things.
Man, look at the sky, it’s so beautiful. I wonder what story it is telling today.
Wait ! No, don’t you leave without me ! Run, M,
Ah, thank you Mr. Driver.
And the bus is too crowded, of course. G to the great.
Look at them, how they’re acting towards each other, what
they’re having a conversation about. If either one of them gave themselves the
time to look closer, to just shut up for 2 seconds and observe the other, they
probably wouldn’t be having this conversation.
It’s sad, really, how we’re so self-absorbed, we don’t take time to notice things, to ask questions and search for the answers in the deepest parts of our souls, forever living in the illusion of a life that we created, that we have control over, that doesn’t directly bound us to our deepest biases.
What would it be like if, one day, time stopped, people freezing in their places, not being able to move a single muscle except for their eyes ? Would they finally give themselves the time to see ?
Shoot, this ground is too muddy. I’m going to have a kickass
time washing my shoes later.
Mmm, where are you going to sit today, M ? Not too far
in the back. Not too close in the front. I’ll go with that seat.
« Hey, whose seats are these ? »
« Well, this one is for S, that one is for Z, that one is for O… ». I shut them and their life story out.
Sure. I’ll take one anyways. Let them sew me when they actually get here.
Oh, welcome to you sir. You finally decided to show up…we could’ve waited a bit longer for you, you know. Why in such a hurry ?
The rest of the day goes by quickly enough, my concentration
during class keeping me from getting bored, for the most part. I don’t talk too
much, don’t socialize too much, preferring my inner dialogue to any one I could
have with the people around me.
Sometimes, rare as it comes, I might have an interesting conversation with someone, around the university campus, about things as simple sounding as the ocean, the meaning of life, people’s behaviors, what drives each one of us… but it never goes beyond those simple moments, being a firm believer in the simple things, friendships you make on a trip abroad, on a random rainy day on the train, the kind that are effortlessly born in the spirit of the moment, the kind that don’t come with the burden of expectations.
At the end of the day, I guess the morality would be ;
what might seem as a boring day to me could be an exceptional day for someone
else and vice versa. Each one of us has their own bubble they live in. It is up
to us to choose who we want to share that bubble with.
What matters is to do what you love. Study what you love. Work in the field you love. Be with whom you love.