When I was a little kid, I grew up with stories about a family friend who would drive into the city at the crack of dawn and eat his breakfast whilst watching traffic bank up on the Monash. I guess it just wasn’t the “done thing” back then, so my grandpa must’ve thought this guy was pretty clever.
I was just standing at the window waiting for my tea to brew and staring out at the city and caught a glance at the freeway.
That family friend has passed on now, years ago now I think. And the little kid has grown with a little kid of his own. And I stand here and look down at this city which frankly doesn’t seem to care. One day my son might stand here and contemplate his existence. And the memory of the man eating his breakfast will be long forgotten. The city might look different then, but I still doubt it will care.
What I’m trying to get at is… actually, I’m not sure… If anyone can figure out the point of these thoughts let me know. I assume the takeaway is to appreciate the time we have?
I absolutely loved to sit in cafes and also when Borders was around in Chadstone I’d sit upstairs looking down.
I don’t think too much of it but I appreciate and enjoy the going’s of life and watching odd things happen along the way as people go through their normal lives or days.
One such memory was I was at a cafe with a freeing but I was staring and looking outside at the people having their own lunch and some of them brought their dog with them.
Well the dog was pretty well behaved but restless and kept moving hut eventually the dog managed the wrap it’s lead around their owner’s chair without knowing.
I didn’t stay long to see what happened in the end but it’s still just a fond memory and nothing much about it is profound.
You just take those little moments to enjoy what happens in life.
When I was a little kid, I grew up with stories about a family friend who would drive into the city at the crack of dawn and eat his breakfast whilst watching traffic bank up on the Monash. I guess it just wasn’t the “done thing” back then, so my grandpa must’ve thought this guy was pretty clever. I was just standing at the window waiting for my tea to brew and staring out at the city and caught a glance at the freeway. That family friend has passed on now, years ago now I think. And the little kid has grown with a little kid of his own. And I stand here and look down at this city which frankly doesn’t seem to care. One day my son might stand here and contemplate his existence. And the memory of the man eating his breakfast will be long forgotten. The city might look different then, but I still doubt it will care.
What I’m trying to get at is… actually, I’m not sure… If anyone can figure out the point of these thoughts let me know. I assume the takeaway is to appreciate the time we have?
I’ve been doing this since I was young
I absolutely loved to sit in cafes and also when Borders was around in Chadstone I’d sit upstairs looking down.
I don’t think too much of it but I appreciate and enjoy the going’s of life and watching odd things happen along the way as people go through their normal lives or days.
One such memory was I was at a cafe with a freeing but I was staring and looking outside at the people having their own lunch and some of them brought their dog with them.
Well the dog was pretty well behaved but restless and kept moving hut eventually the dog managed the wrap it’s lead around their owner’s chair without knowing.
I didn’t stay long to see what happened in the end but it’s still just a fond memory and nothing much about it is profound.
You just take those little moments to enjoy what happens in life.
I think you’ve just copped a dose of tout lasse, tout passe, tout casse. Happens to us all.