The Life of an Ordinary Girl

It was only today that this thought came to me.Even though it was just an ordinary day like any other day.I woke up in the morning feeling lazy about starting the cycle again. I sat at the edge of my bed, looking through the window of my tiny room, a black bird chilling on the rooftop facing my building...I wondered if it felt the same way? I struggled my way to the bathroom thinking what a difficult task this is, then to the kitchen preparing a small breakfast accompanied by a black coffee.The aroma started moving my senses altering my attitude towards this ordinary day, thinking how could an aroma of a black coffee stir all these emotions, memories, as if I could see for seconds my whole past life.I could see my grandmother sitting on her rocking chair reading an old newspaper, my neighbor taking his dog for a walk in the morning. I could hear the morning breeze caressing the leaves of that old tree that stood in our small village for years, the laugh of a good old friend in that coffee shop we used to frequent, and my mom in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the whole family. But then I stole myself from this moment and I packed the necessary things I needed to take with me to work, put my head phones on and listened to some music, my company to work everyday.It`s a 12 minute walk to work, but today I had the impression that it was much longer. My favorite tune came along, and again it stirred in me all these memories and feelings that sometimes I wonder if they still exist. I saw people,many of them, rushing to their 9 to 5 jobs, some drinking their coffee on the way, others screaming on their phones, others simply looking miserable, some beggars lay on the pavement, covered with a thin blanket; probably, for them too, it was just another ordinary day. Noise is everywhere, even with my music on I could here the horns of the cars, people talking, beggars pleading for help.I could hear all the noise interrupting my beautiful tune, interrupting the thoughts and memories that came along with this melody. I was sitting in my office, trying to focus on the tasks ahead of me.I started my computer and decided to read the news to remind my self what an awful place the world has turned out to be, or at least that is according to the news. I closed that obnoxious page and I started my day. Being a scientific researcher my work constitutes mainly of reading and writing, that`s what I do every day. I have always wondered, am I writing about the right subject? Will someone, one day read what I spend on 7 hours writing every day? Is it really important if someone does? Is what I am doing changing my life or the lives of the people around me in anyway? While doing my daily tasks and struggling to answer these questions my working day was over. I hurried to get out of this prison, to feel the earth under my feet again, to listen to my favorite music, to stretch my body on my mat, to feel again what it`s like to breathe and be alive. But it was only today, that this thought came to me while crossing the street, the thought of that ordinary girl that I knew long time ago, who dreamt of an extraordinary world. I decided to share her story with the world. Maybe, one day, someone will find her story worth reading. ...to be continued