change
some things never do. and then again sometimes things can shock you and change in an instant. but most of the time it is not the latter. i still echo my last post entitled "oh hosea". but this thought has been marinating in my brain…
sometimes i imagine in the small towns, where there is nothing but houses upon houses, more land than concrete, bars, and sky scrapers, you can find a sense of calm contentment. they like their regular diner. they frequent every sunday, and need not go anywhere else. they are satisfied with maria, the waitress who always serves with a sweet smile and loves to chat about her grand-daughter. she always encourages you to get your rice pudding that you love so much and you cave every time. you go home and can rest-no need to be in "the scene". just being. but it really has nothing to do with the city. or the place you live. it has everything to do with whats inside of you and i.
you need not chase after the next exciting thing. you are desirous of nothing but what is right here and now. just being. love and loved in return.
contentment.
un jour mon ami.
