Maybe with lemon iced tea
Or maybe with filter coffee.
Depends on my mood.
They make me feel optimistic, somehow. Does it make sense?
It doesn’t have to always.
What are you supposed to do if you are forced to stay home during a two-month long summer vacation with the shallow comfort of a cellphone, a laptop, a T.V, a swimming pool, morning walks, an occasional cuppa coffee with a friend, maybe lunch, and the only family outing being a mere dinner?
To add to that, you hear your friends gushing about their plans to holiday in Europe, Australia, Thailand and the like.
I have had my share of cribbing. I have had my share of whining about my problems. After a point, even complaining loses its charm.
So now, I’d like to think of it this way – Maybe this two-month vacation is a chance for me to explore my skills as an artist, a writer, a singer, and a guitarist. Or a chance to make up for all those months of inactivity by swimming and walking. Also a chance to meet school friends whom I have missed ever since college began. It’s up to me to optimize on these days of freedom, not boredom.
Optimism is bullshit, say my cynical group of friends.
It’s not. It’s that one that keeps me going against Misery’s efforts to drag me down to Level Zero.