Some stories don’t have a beautiful beginning, or an end; sometimes a beautiful road doesn’t start with a clear sign of what we are going to perceive there. Some journeys are about not knowing the beginning, or how to reach the end. It’s that randomness of present and future that makes everything more compelling.
On weekend I didn’t follow my usual routine. It was just the end of one dark week- filled with strange people and their stranger actions; so, breaking my routine was the easiest way to stop another inundation.
I chose the nearest cafe and ordered the dish that I never ordered. Some fatty amazing things wrapped in a big omelet. After two servings of coffee and half a chapter of a favorite fiction in solitude, it was clear to me that most of the times happiness lies in these random choices. It lies in not knowing, not believing in predictions, not getting trapped in other’s lack of discernment, and in not controlling the hidden surprises waiting ahead.