I saw something ordinary today, and it stayed with me
I was smoking a cigarette by the window of my apartment, looking down on a sunny afternoon, when I saw two old men walking toward each other from opposite sides of a crosswalk. They met in the middle almost by accident, and then suddenly their faces changed. They stopped right there in the street and began greeting each other like they had not seen one another in a long time. They talked, they hugged, and one of them leaned close to the other’s ear as if he were telling him a secret meant only for him. Then, from the other side, a family approached the same crosswalk: a mother, a daughter, and what looked like a grandmother, all of them passing through the same afternoon light, all of them moving through life in this ordinary, quiet way.
And as an addict, watching from above with a cigarette in my hand, I thought: When did I forget that there is more to life than pleasure?