Looking out Looking in

Why must we be so serious? Life isn’t all that? It’s writing in the coffee shop. It’s about living life, it’s about experiencing it. it’s about expressing yourself. It’s about see things truly as you look at them. It’s about sitting in a small table in the coffee shop alone looking out to the windows. Sipping on that espresso, taking a light reading on one of your favourite book. Then looking out the windows and see everyone around you walking by. Some look marvellous, some look elegant, some look franticly running away from something, one may just seem to be clumsy enough to keep dropping her files and then all the inlay blown away by a gasp of wind, into the fountain at the center of the square. So she got in fell and all wet. Funny instead of cry and felt miserable. She’s simply overwhelm by the silliness of it all. The document ink won’t even be there anymore yet she climbs in and got her hold outfit wet and well, why not it’s a hot summer day anyway.
Funny isn’t it. there’s always more than one outcome that could come out it a situation. Instead of crying, why not laugh it out loud. Sometimes the world are as silly as we think it could be.
Just as silly as I am now, sitting here writing about these strangers. I got nothing but this. No job, no reason to stay, no reason to leave. The only reason I’m here is living. And every fibre of my being is showing me that I am alive and that is all I needed. I walk over to the counter and asked if I could just help them wait for a day. For I got nothing to do and they are all packed and the lunch rush is about to come. With my half English and Italian, I convince the manager for one day I’ll be his staff and in return I get one bagel and a cup of latte by the end of the hour.
So I ran and just sending off variety of bread and coffee and wine and cheese and everything in between to every table. Just by listening and when I don’t understand I point. Well, I guess this is what life should be spontaneous and adventurous.
After over 2 hours of frantic running finally there’s left only some leisure tourist like me in the shop. And sat back on the same spot by the windows and the manager came over with a glass of wine and a plate of sausage slice and cheese and pad on my shoulder and said in some what heavy Italian accent “Nice, nice, here is your lunch. Enjoy Eh! Grazi.” And I was again in that state of mind. Sipping my coffee and wine, looking out into the square, seeing people running on with their life. Mine is calmingly in the comfort behind the windows. And there goes another Julio with his girlfriend leaning behind him on a scooter. Well, Life is well and strange and exciting. That one moment and this one. It’s all good.