A moment yesterday, where I was looking straight through the front door, light filtering in, soft conversation of family in the background, loud glaring of a work laptop screen in the foreground, the exhaustion of many days of gruelling mental work, the gentle lethargy from exercise and a small meal after, the occasional blinking of notifications on the mobile phone, just sound and light and feeling, life as sensorial, life as all heart.
Sometimes, I am amazed by the human capacity to love. That despite hardships and being subject to terrible behaviour, a human soul still has the capacity to keep giving, keep sharing, keep hoping. There is something truly awe-inspiring about people who know how to love, who do the act of loving so well, so whole-heartedly, so effortlessly. To be at the receiving end of such a love, be it familial or romantic, is a humbling life-changing experience.
The other day, I took the bus and I was carrying many bags. I managed to find an aisle seat but it was awkward for me to sit comfortably. The bus took a sharp turn and I had to brace my right foot against the side step so that I would not slide off my seat. It was a bit of a struggle. The man beside me, after watching me for a few seconds, tapped me on my shoulder (I was wearing my large, noise-cancelling headphones so that I wouldn’t hear my own kerfuffling), and said he was moving to another seat so that I could move in to the window seat and it would be more comfortable for me. An unexpected act of kindness. I held that feeling of pleasant surprise and gratitude with me for the rest of the day. It was a good day.
While I write this now, the taste of cold coffee continues to linger in my mouth. Right outside, in our little garden, two birds are frolicking and singing to each other. My cat is asleep by my feet. The house is cool and quiet, restful for a Monday. It is a moment filed away in my memory, titled “Content”.