There was a man in gray hoodies sitting next to me in the waiting room
One of his upper cheeks was pierced with a black piercing
His backpack pockets had a bunch of crinkled tissue in them
His eyes were glazed
His vibe eccentric and otherworldly
His body language chaotic, erratic, and anxious
Saying random stuff whenever he wanted to
Yet there was a sense of freedom to his energy
Nobody was talking in the waiting room
Everyone staring into their phones
To avoid looking at each other
Dead silence
A song was playing on the speaker
It must have been a playlist of 2000s hits
He said to me, “I hope I will fall in love again”
It was a part of the chorus lyrics
I smiled at him and said “I hope I will, too.”
“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.” — James Baldwin
Anything more than what we have shared is an excess.
I am saving my energy for what’s meant for me from now on.
I am going to get back on the main path.
Thank you for teaching me.
This side quest is complete.
