writing on a Starbucks napkin, trying to do something deep and meaningful, but to be honest all I can think of is that I don't even remember where I got it from, I haven't been to Starbucks for months, so why now? why today I've found a little napkin folded in my book? I don't even like it, and rarely can afford so what was I doing there?
Looking back now, I think I had a coupon, where from? Probably from the workshops the day before.... yes I think that's it, but still why I was there?... I remember I had to wait somewhere, after doing something, I don't know what, because I couldn't go back home, and as far as I know this coupon was the only thing to eat I could that day afford.
And now I'm sitting here still not writing that deep meaningful piece, and instead thinking of all the things that happened that got me to find a little folded napkin. Of all the ways the planets has aligned, for me to one random day decide to go to Starbucks, of how the stars has guided me to take a little napkin with me, and of what course has my life took to find it today in my book.
And oh look I've wasted all the space not having written a single meaningful word, well maybe another time who knows what little folded napkin I'll find next
|repost from the old blog| |my other writing|
