There is a sweet melancholy about sunday afternoons. The kind that makes you gaze out the window as if looking at something -when in fact your eyes are turned inwards. The music is playing, you hold a cup of coffee and, all of a sudden, there they are...all sorts of memories. No use fighting them off. So you go with the flow, curious where this journey will take you. It usually revolves around all the things that went wrong, the happy moments that could have been, the possibilities that never became reality, the dreams that turned to nightmares...
I've spent many sunday afternoons like that. Each and every one has been unique in its own way. I cherish them as a part of who I am -my very own necklace of small depressive pearls.
Today was different, though. The usual memories came, in all their colored glory. Yet in a completely new dimension. Through the sadness rose a smile. Suddenly, I realized. There is always a reason to be sad- but, if you look hard enough, and this is the tough part, you will find many reasons to be happy.
The first snow after weeks.... Being alone when you want to be alone... The smell of hot coffee... Your favorite song coincidentally playing on the radio.. Small things, things we have elaborately learned to ignore... and the list goes on forever...
The bad side of reality is very easy to look at. We hardly ever miss it. But, while we spend our time observing all that is or has been wrong with our life, there are a thousand little presents today has in store for us; all we have to do is open our arms and accept them. And the best part is... who knows what presents tomorrow will bring?
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