Sometimes we get so caught up with life that we forget about appreciating the little things which make us smile. We run together with the rest of the rats in the society in the fear that we will not be able to grasp all the opportunities which present itself, and to try to carve our own niche in the world. We disregard the simple things which make life meaningful, often in the pursuit of the bigger, more tangible things which perhaps may provide a fleeting glimpse of a better life.
When we were kids, we couldn't wait to become adults, so that we can choose to buy whatever we want, sleep at whatever time we fancy, and not have to be told what to do. We were too busy dreaming of things to realise what a carefree existence we had back then. We didn't have to grapple with decisions, face up to consequences, and find solutions. We didn't have to open envelopes every month, and have that sinking feeling when the amount payable depletes our pay check. We didn't have to worry about having to socialise and adapt, because making friends came easily... without hidden agendas, and characterizations.
I'm making an effort to slow down. I realise that life is so much more meaningful without having the onus of expectations on our shoulders. Recently, I've made a pact with myself, to always take the time to appreciate life's little pleasures.
1. A wonderful cup of Hojicha with Earl Grey Jelly from Starbucks.
I'm not sure what is it about this seasonal creation which appeals to me so much. Perhaps it's the taste of tea in the frappe blend which conjures up images of cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the sound of trickling water through a fresh water spring. Perhaps it's the earl grey gelatinous accents which accompany the frappe with every heavenly slurp. I'm totally addicted to the drink, although I could do without the additional calories. But who's counting?!
2. "The Book Thief" by Markus Zuzak
A birthday gift from a dear friend. I was hooked on the book from the first page, and it has been awhile since a writer has been able to engage me in a pure fictional story. Books on Nazi Germany has been done to death, and I have to admit that I was pretty sceptical when I first opened the cover.
The characters are portrayed so vividly, so much so that I feel I'm in their midst. I share their thoughts, their feelings, and their lives. The main character is Liesel, a foster girl living in the outskirts of Munich, who discovered that she could not resist the lure of books, even though she could neither read nor write. She sates her hunger by stealing these books, and learnt to read each and every single one of them with the help of her foster father.
The books fed her soul, and made her alive.
Perhaps the most compelling thing about this book is that the entire story is narrated by Death. He describes in detail a great many things through the usage of colours, perhaps in contrast to the shroud of black that he is accustomed to.
This book is making me think... (I'm halfway through) and it's also making me see things from a different perspective.
3. My Little Boy
BabyMoo turns 18 months old today! He's been the source of my happiness, and the reason why the world seems bathed in a spectrum of wonderful hues from the time he became mine. I wouldn't say that he has given me nothing but smiles, there have been many many times (more than I care to even remember) that he has tried my patience. I suppose that's what motherhood is all about.
You stop looking at the big picture and glossing over things. He shares his cranberries with me, popping one into my mouth before he feeds himself. I taste the sour tang of the fruit, and the sweetness of the gesture. It's the little things which make the biggest impressions.