Find me in the midst of the forgotten.✨️

Recently, I saw a man just sitting and talking to a dog. To the rest of the world, he might’ve looked insane but who really knows the bond they share? Maybe they exist simply to tell each other about their fleeting days.

He, speaking of his hectic time at work, of how his wife wants to celebrate their anniversary somewhere nice, of his kids asking for a new phone and a thousand little things. The dog, in his own language, perhaps telling of how he was chased by the local vendor, got into a scuffle with the neighbor’s mutt, and watched the world go by from the same corner he always does.

Maybe they both understand each other in ways words can’t explain. Maybe that’s all that matters.

It’s these small absurdities that make sense in the bigger picture. How strange it is, how blind we can be to the quiet beauty of existence. How easily we turn our faces to the endless race of desires more, better, faster while some sit amidst the chaos trying to make sense of it all.

Talking to a dog.

Looking at the sky wide, open, full of possibilities.

Listening to old trees whisper the tales of centuries.

How would we even exist without this?

Without these white noises that quietly breathe life into our being?

These absurd little rituals where some find their peace, and others, their escape.

Maybe it's not about the happy ending. 

Maybe it's about the story.