log five

Right now, I’ll jot down something about the happiness of living ordinarily.

I think the greatest thing anyone could ever have is solace. Solace can be obtained in all kinds of ways. I could go book a ticket to Nepal and set out on a grueling journey to the Himalayas’ highest peak so I could sit and watch, in silence. That’s defined as solace. I could also wake up early in the morning and watch the sunrise through my windows, foggy from the hot air blowing through the vents.

I’m not sure how other people find solace, but I think I’ve defined it quite well for myself- quiet. Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean silent. It can be restructured into its own little category, a small subsection I’ve defined just for myself, or for another who would want to join me. Quiet is the rustling of clothing, or the sizzling of a pan, or the slow neo-jazz coming from a music player, or silence. I enjoy the quiet the most. The most important component of this quiet is the lack of another person’s- for lack of better words- nag.

Writing is so much fun because I can reconstruct every definition and it just doesn’t matter. Shakespeare invented thousands of words in his plays.