The Hustle and Not So Bustle

Closing my eyes, it’s the sensation of the train rattling as it lurches along the tracks. The gentle rocking lulling me to sleep while the soft chatter of others act as white noise. It’s the feeling of being tickled as the grass fields embrace me. Perhaps even the terrifying moment when an insect or arachnid crawls up my arm but is soon followed by laughter. It’s the feeling of comfortably sinking into a large chair placed by a window as the suns rays gently cover my face, warming me to my very core. And once I adjust to the warm temperature, I become drowsy with serenity, appreciating the rare peace in our ever moving world.

It’s listening to the dog barking downstairs, telling me his is alive and well. It may also be the grin I shoot my friends as we pass each other in the chaotic corridor between classes. After school, it’s the rhythmic flipping of pages as the paper slides between my finger tips, threatening to tear if not treated gently. Curled up on top of my self designated bean bag, I clutch the book in my hands, oblivious to reality. But every so often, the sound of muffled footsteps will cut through the fog and I’ll look up smiling, knowing there are others who enjoy ”traveling” just as much as I do.

But most importantly I believe I give myself the most happiness and have the ability to turn my day from an everlasting night to a sunny day with clear skies. There may be clouds or rainfall in the distance but at this moment in time, there is only now and Now is what makes me happy.