We Brits remain European.
Ok, politically we left the European Union. Otherwise, we remain...
European and proud!
We all are!
Saturday...
I am comfortably sat, my coat is still on (it is cold outside). My woollen scarf, wrapped loosely around my neck. The coffee shop is slowly getting busier and busier, but I have my regular place. Coffee ordered, the barista’s careful precision is taken in each step of my coffee manufacture. The magic potion, is delicious. I take another sip, shut my eyes, and recognise that I could be in heaven...
I am not though, as I know that, this feeling must be recorded as a note for my blog. I open my eyes, I am alone, but there’s people everywhere. I ache inside, eternally.
I consider deleting this note.
Deep breath.
Move on.
I should pay now!
I have passed through another 15hours or so. I lay awake in bed before I shut my eyes for the night.. I am alive, but I am not living my life. I ache, but ‘shut up you fool, no-one wants to know’. I don’t want to know. I must rely on my belief of owning a pre-determined destiny, but remaining completely unaware of my future path of fate.
Confused? I am.
9hours on, I am back, sat in my place. These Cappuccini are only had on the weekend, as I have time to ‘switch-off’, relax, and love my drink! Monday to Friday, a shorter, quicker Espresso Macchiato suffices. Hmmm, strangers smile, and I always smile back. Still, this hurts me, unintentionally. Why, do people require reassurance that I am ‘a normal human being, who uses a wheelchair’. Do I really look so strange that I ‘can’t be a normal human being’!? I don’t want to give such negative first impressions...
Ok, I am different (as is everyone). Maybe others do smile. I need to wear a smile, for myself. I need to constantly remind myself that positivity outweighs negativity (it doesn’t, things equate). However, each individual’s focus is at a different point on this infinite scale.
Tuesday
I need this year to work for me. 2019 was bad. Things must begin to balance.
I am typing this now, in ‘The Fleet Street Press’(independentcoffeeshops.blogspot). Lunch, delicious!
As do most, I love wandering around central London. I realise I am closer, now, to ‘the City’, but I find my attitude has changed. I no-longer own student-like wishes of ‘growing up to work in the City’. In absolutely no way, do I feel out-of-place, but ‘oh mannn’! Do ‘City Suits & Ties’ wish to show any individuality? I am sure that ridiculous levels of money are being earnt through very stressful jobs, but is this their life?! No-one stands out. No-one is different. Everyone around here, must have a very similar view of life.
Dear everyone,
Please remember, no-one is identical, EVERYONE IS UNIQUE. Embrace this. Be proud of being unique. If too large-a-number act so similar, we end up with a dull grey drone of a population led by a few greedy pigs (I don’t need to name names, but currently, sounds familiar)?!
I leave past a Kings College student overflow onto the street. A smile returns, as they are the future.
A fast train back, from Waterloo. Daydreaming out of the window has forever left my head playing StarGuitar (to be honest, this has been a regular case, since my University days)!
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