It is very quiet at the coffice this morning. There are only four people sitting around, plus a couple of staff. I am a little early and it is a Monday morning, so that might explain the quiet.
The top topic is a deal from the Daily Mail. It is causing a headache for the staff as it doesn’t seem to have been quite thought through… no surprise from the Daily Mail there then.
The few people sitting around are all on their own. We are all lonely souls sitting apart together. There are no conversations apart from those ordering their caffeine fix.
The problem with silence is that it brings along its companion space. Together they make a large room where thoughts and feelings have the ability to run around and play. Too much silence and space and I begin to lose focus and wander into the dark corners of the room. Here lurk the what might have been things and the why did I do that conversation.
They lure me in and, without realising it, I am there, engaging with them and their paralysing lifestyles. I only came in for a coffee and, ironically, a little quiet to do some writing work. It’s not good, I might never find my way out of this room’s dark corners.
But, a moment of enlightenment, or existential bliss. For an instant, I am taken aback by what I do have. How blessed I am. The people I know. The friends I have. The what has been and the I did that. I am drawn back into the light. The room’s corners are still there but I am not lost in them.
Now, it’s time to head to the Post Office, a place of existential bliss if ever there was one.
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