A Room To Write
20111117 @ Thursday, November 17, 2011
“A little room to write is all I need,” I wrote under a picture not too long ago. And I was being entirely honest.
I need a place where I can write everything I have always wanted to write without the fear of being disturbed or hearing a knock on my door that would cease the smooth flow of my thoughts. I need a place where there will be a window, through which the brightest sunlight would enter and I would hear the birds chirp.
I am sitting in the laundry room, typing away at my laptop, amidst the noise of the kindergarten kids playing and the glare from the television down here. In the near distance (as conflicting as that sounds) I hear a vacuum cleaner buzzing. I know for a fact that the car is being cleaned. It is a beautiful Thursday, quite unlike any other, despite the variety of electronic sounds I hear. The sky is clear and so is my mind.
I set out to type this as a letter to a dear friend but I’m going to place it somewhere where everybody can read it. This is the way I write when I write to people. This is the way I’ll always write.
Amazing things happen when you least expect them. Like this phone call made by a close friend late last night, during which we talked so much that it was way past midnight. There was laughter and there were hilarious anecdotes. We discussed ample of issues and concurred on almost every one of them. It was a good feeling and after we finished talking to each other, I fell asleep quite comfortably. That is to say, I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days without getting recurrent nightmares and therefore I head to the kitchen and cook up some concoction. I have the power to wreck havoc.
I’m still recovering and I might need a few more days off to get back onto my feet but I have to thank God here for nothing in particular and everything that I own.
Because it is a lovely day, I just might do something special for myself. Write a letter perhaps or buy a present for somebody. Something little. Something to make the day worthwhile. Or I might just curl up in bed before my afternoon nap and finish reading the book I started yesterday.
For this moment, life is beautiful.
