N.8 ‘’Rusty old newspaper’’
I’m almost too afraid to admit it.
I was dormant for such a long while, I had forgotten the feeling.
As if wrapped in an old newspaper and left to gather dust in an obscure corner.
My god, why?
Why didn’t I do this before?
I hear you.
What the hell are you babbling about, Simon?
Having a fucking party!
By myself, for myself.
Letting it loose. Smiling and fooling around.
Man, that feels good!
Ok, so here goes.
I had just hit the public gym and stuffed my belly with 2 dobladas.
It was night time
I was filled to the brink and wired
No way I could sleep in this condition
So I hit the beach. Swam under the stars then it hit me.
Let’s get the banjo, stroll along the shore and sing my heart out like there’s no tomorrow.
Oh boy, did I!
I hadn’t felt so free in years.
After that episode, I did what all people overflowing with happiness do;
I wanted to share.
So I hit the streets, found a corner and played my heart out.
Passerbys smiled.
Some danced and played.
It’s the simple things
It’s the simple things that make all the difference in one’s life.
The most beautiful woman smiled at me with a cheshire cat grin.
I smiled back.
A woman danced to the sound of my raga, we exchanged a few moves and notes.
The guy from the gym earlier gave me a thumbs up while passing by.
It’s the simple things.
Little gifts from ife nudging you forward into a life of joy.
Akin to signposts showing you the right path, we receive smiles and tokens of appreciation when the going is good.
It’s up to us to keep at it and see where it’ll go.
For damn sure I’ve bought my ticket going all the way.
Let’s find out what Life shall bring!
Are you with me?
