Magic Sunday

Sundays are for preying the Lord or maybe are made just to enjoy the amazing world around us, especially if, like me, you are lucky enough to live in a country with no conflicts and if you have a roof over your head and food in your tommy.

Life can be challenging for everyone of us in different ways and that can be invisible to the distracted onlooker or flashing out as if you were screaming for help.

Today I decided to overcome one of my fears and I did it almost naturally: I’m alone in a bar with just my notebook and my pen. And it is awesome. Background noises, voices, people around, they are like furniture.

My only concern was to admire this painting while sipping my soya cappuccino and writing my thoughts down

And suddenly beauty was everywhere.

In the peculiar decorations of this coffee shop, in the clouds covering the sky, in my untidy notes.

And in seeing the beauty around me, for just a second, I’ve seen the beauty in me, regardless my tired face, the messy hair and the glasses. Maybe we all should try a little tenderness… towards ourselves