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,,What do you want from life?" the drunk regular asked me while I was pouring what will be his final round. I let out a small chuckle because I didn’t think I’d have to answer such a deep question at 10pm on a wednesday night.
I answered ,,Do any of us really know?"
But on my way home I couldn't shake the question because I knew I wanted to meet people and treat them with the same kindness they are gonna give to me. I wanted the sun in my face after weeks of rain to feel like a gentle hug. And I wanted to look forward to eat dinner at a fastfood restaurant while driving at night.
I wanted the first bite of cake to taste a bit better than the other ones and the shower to be warm when it's freezing outside. I wanted my music to be as loud as possible without causing hearing damage or problems with the neighbours.
And I wanted the relief of finding my phone in the couch cushions and the way the house smells different after being away for a while. I wanted the many versions of myself to only carry what I feel like is important to me and become the person I would have needed as a little kid.
I wanted to laugh so hard that I could forget the bad things happening and I wanted to blow out birthday candles without making a wish because for once, life already felt enough.
Maybe that's my answer. Not a big dream or plans, just a list of little things. And if he asked me again tomorrow night while I'm wiping down the bar at 10pm I think I'll pour the drink and smile and finally know what to say.
Frida
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