I’m sitting in the back corner of a small cafe, a cappuccino at hand and a copy of Asimov’s ‘I, Robot’. And I’m smiling. I don’t why, but I am. And a strange, almost foreign sense of happiness is imbuing me. People are coming and going, sipping their tea and delicately devouring their desserts, whilst others wander with majesty through the adjoined bookshop not three feet from where I sit. Not one of these souls has noticed the young man hiding in the corner, a smile on his face and a chipper in his step. Not one of them dares to bother me, and for that, I am truly thankful.
And this is what it’s all for, I guess. All those days of wishing and longing, regretting and loathing, all that time spent in despair and melancholy, serves to augment the splendour of this moment.
For in this moment, nothing can get me. Nothing can perturb me. I’m liberated from the enduring destruction that plagues the world and my mind, free to enjoy and bask in one of the simple pleasures of my life.
I guess what I’m getting at, is that life is a cunt ninety-nine per cent of the time. But these rare moments of happiness make it all worthwhile. It is certain that you will spend days, months, perhaps even years in the depths of anguish. But know that a day will arrive, perhaps a day just like any other, where that strange and almost foreign sense of happiness will announce itself upon you. You might not expect it, heck, you might not even want it, but when you experience it, you will remember that the universe is a gorgeous realm of endless possibility and one that is all the better for bearing your presence.
hugs through screen