How does it feel to be alive? #4


How does it feel to take a break on Saturday night?

I lay on my bed and stretched my legs after a long day—so satisfying.

The whole week had been tiring, but it was good. I ended up staying home after 6 PM. I told my mom some silly stories from the week in person, and she giggled most of the time. I had a nice casual convo with my 6-year-old little brother without any phone distractions in our hands. My little brother had dinner by himself, without help from mom or me. Time flies, since I used to have to feed him when our parents were away. Dinner was authentically made by my mom, and she always said, "You ate so little," even though I already had a full bowl of es dawet and some snacks she gave me before dinner. I'm grateful I had a good meal. I also had a good sleep at night. I was already lying on my bed when I started to write this note. As I browsed for the right words to write, my eyes slowly closed and my hands stopped moving. I was too tired and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I continued writing this note on Sunday morning. Oh, starting the day with slow reflective writing—I couldn't ask for more.

I was tired but happy, I guess. I still don’t want to face the weekdays yet, but at least I had my typical break on Saturday night at home.

Postscript:
"How does it feel to be alive?" is a compilation of notes and positive affirmations I made for myself being more mindful towards simple things in life.

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