Calmness .

         There's something so calm and settling about sitting in a dark room , smoking a cigarette ,
looking out an open window with a cup of warm coffee at 5 am . Noticing every slight detail of the outside surroundings with every slow drag , ruminating what everything that has happened in your life in a twilight state of ambience. The brushing sensation of wind from the ceiling fan to the stiffness of the office chair that your sitting on .

         It leaves a question mark in my conscience that no one has ever noticed that such little things
like this could be so remarkably beautiful . One might even say that finding clarity and serenity would be such a rare novelty to find in this bustling , loud and restless world we live in . But beneath that understanding actually lies truth in its most simple form , clarity and serenity exists in the little things . Things that may have no significance to one's daily life is a keystone in disguise  , hiding in plain sight as people just live right past them and wonder and complain that this world is too hectic for peace and quiet when the answer continues to pass them by .

         As I breathe in every toxic drag of that cigarette , at that moment I realised that nothing mattered . All my problems and worries just faded into the darkness of the room . All that was important was that streaming sensation of blankness I felt from staring into the barren light-polluted night sky , imagining nothing else than what I was feeling in that moment ,

acceptance .

     
         In that dark room , I felt acceptance amidst the rising smoke and scent of coffee that lingered on
my lips . Accepting things that were too stubborn for to agree with , accepting who I am and accepting my situation . Priceless . Nothing in this world could ever emulate that feeling . And all it was just smoking and drinking coffee in a dark room .

Or is it ?

Is it just that ?

Do you feel it is just that ?


Maybe perspective has its own way of unravelling beauty in the ordinary .