With my left hand placed casually on my unshaven cheek I prop my head searching for some energy to meet the upcoming emerging day Traffic has begun to buzz, as a gentle wind caresses an overcast sky.
But it is the early morning coolness that gives me at least some degree of comfort In a small cafe not far from the trains I order my meal Two eggs over easy with bacon embedded in the surrounding white.
Lots of bread and a few name-brand cola's to go.
I must admit that there may not be anything particularly noteworthy about my description but does there always have to be? And as a result I have found that life can sometimes be a bloody oxymoron If skydiving has ever become incredibly boring perhaps you have at least some understanding of what I really mean So maybe on this occasion the hum-drum life is what I really need To accentuate the point I have pushed the salt and pepper away from my table and any cravings for chilli sauce have not even begun to enter my tranquil mind But oddly enough my eggs are full of flavor, the bacon is savory and mixing my bread into the thickness of the broken yellow egg yolks is a very tasty treat indeed But how do I explain my newfound interest in the mundane? Maybe it is not so boring after all Because sometimes it is all about subtlety And in retrospect it appears that I may have really lost sight of much of the important detail And if there is any lesson to be learned it might be greater sensitivity to what has already been served upon my big white china plate Certainly there is no need to always bombard the senses when many things may be appreciated at lower volumes So there should be no reason to scream to obtain what you really want Ultimately it is about the underlying nature of one's daily expectations Sometimes a refinement of attitude is all that we really need But this is not to say that we should not ever go over the top to see what we may have the opportunity to obtain At least if we can afford to do it every now and then And although my thoughts may sometimes appear conflicted and full of contradiction too Isn't there something to be said for a certain degree of mediocrity on at least some occasions during our unpredictable unforeseeable lives? If we accept the ordinary, just imagine how we will feel when something special really begins to happen.