trying to make sense

My facial wash smells like the iced tea I drank at lunch. That thought comforts me in a weird way. These days I get to appreciate a lot of small details. I'm guessing this is because I am swamped with many enormous tasks. I know it doesn't seem to make sense but under my circumstances, it does.

Sunday is supposed to be my lazy (laziest) day. However, I cannot afford to have lazy days anymore. My week starts and ends within the same minute. I am not even aware which day of the week it is already. They are all the same to me. This must be the reason why rather trivial things determine whether my day will be happy or not.

Today I've had the chance to encounter beautiful little things and wonderful people. I may not have time to recount all the details but I am thankful that there are moments to relish my days by when I actually have the time.

In a while I will have to get back to overcoming what seems insurmountable. For now, I content myself with taking delight in writing and the feel of my coffee cup. When things get tiresome, the familiar never fail to make sense no matter how worn out the brain has become at trying.