Looking at the Good Things

This weekend my brother came home for a visit. We haven't seen each other for a while and it's always a great relief to chat with him over a game of pool. It's reorganizing my thoughts, like cleaning up a messy place. In fact that's pretty much what it feels like these days, an untidy room. Huge piles of thoughts are lying around on the floor, dusty ones in the corner, a bunch of them on the desk. And alking to my brother helps me to focus on one thing at a time, to bring order into this chaos. 

But other than that it's pretty much the same as always. I get up early, enjoy onetwo cups of coffee and start my day. There isn't much time to exercise, but I try to move my lazy ass as much as possible. The weather this week has been on and off, most of the time there was a soft layer of grey on everything, but the sun came out occasionally and recharged the world with its energy. It's kinda nice when you look out the window and see people in the streets actually look up in the sky, eyes closed.

But I guess that's what keeps them going. It's the little things - it always is - that make the difference. People have mannerisms, things that have become habits with time. And I'm no exception here. In fact, I have things written down on my note pad, too, things that help me stay on the right track. For example. Never forget to pay attention to the details. Or. Always appreciate the little things. And of course. Don't look down when you walk. Because then you miss all the good stuff.