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 wasnāt the ādone thingā back then, so my grandpa mustāve 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 doesnāt 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 Iām trying to get at isā¦ actually, Iām not sureā¦ If anyone can figure out the point of these thoughts let me know. I assume the takeaway is to appreciate the time we have?
Iāve been doing this since I was young
I absolutely loved to sit in cafes and also when Borders was around in Chadstone Iād sit upstairs looking down.
I donāt think too much of it but I appreciate and enjoy the goingās 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 itās lead around their ownerās chair without knowing.
I didnāt stay long to see what happened in the end but itās still just a fond memory and nothing much about it is profound.
You just take those little moments to enjoy what happens in life.
