I'm feeling less jaded these days, and actually, it's scary and exciting at once. Lately, I have made a deliberate effort to live life as if every day were some sort of new adventure. Right now it feels like my goal has been actualized in a way that has been unexpected. One of the writers I am reading states that travel transforms one into a 5 year old, unable to understand her surroundings, the language or people's behavior. Just guessing along the way, we probably learn at a child's rapid pace as well; I hope. As it turns out, when one's eyes are wide open on a trivial day to day basis, this happens regardless of location. My conversation with the old man on the light rail is just such an example.
When the old man sat next to me I immediately worried about whether there was the lingering smell of John Holly's chicken on my breath. I had been dipping into the little white carton while waiting for the train. Still, the man left little time for worrying as he commented on my book, "Looks like a good book you're reading."
"Yeah, it's ok I respond," wondering if there is something particular about me that attracts harmless old men and finding joy that this might be true.
...sleepiness forces me to leave the rest for tomorrow
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