Aaah. Summer has totally kicked in and I finally surrender to its power. The wind brings hot breezes, the tables in the coffee houses are full with cold frappes, the only weapon we still have. I can only escape the house in the evenings, when I’m not completely melting away. Right now I am sitting at this utterly amazing italian restaurant and it feels like holiday. The sun had gone to sleep and the people crept out of their cribs. Everyone’s chattering around, looking on a device or enjoying the jazz music in the background. A young kid is selling red roses for the ladies and the smell is heavenly. The streets are completely crowded, leaving almost no space to the youngsters that have finally abandoned their virtual life for the city. Now, back at my sweet decaf frappe…
Summer’s here, for over a month now. My mother hates the laziness that took over me these pasts few days. I guess the heat just slows me down completely.
Isn’t time a curious thing? There’s always too much or too less of it. Isn’t it mind blowing how an hour can pass by like a second or sometimes like days?
Someone once said : “Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep
it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.” I’ve come to my own conclusion. That time here to remind us, that we are finite, no matter how grand we feel. Every second, however small it may seem, matters. It sounds very cliche-ic but I find it important that we cherish every single moment.
Time is curious, and weird and mostly impossible to understand. But we are the ones that rule it and we must take advantage of that. Otherwise, if we can’t control it, it’s overwhelming.
And here, I’ve wasted other 20 minutes, still on the internet. Still doing absolutely nothing productive. Still sitting down, listening to some previously made playlist, writing about something so well known by everyone.