A pot of English Breakfast Tea, a bacon sandwich to be savoured. The window is open, flooding the room with cold December air and birdsong. A door opens inside me and I let go of the pain for a few seconds to enjoy this moment of simple insignificance.
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If it is a moment to savor, then there is some significance to it. These small moments can add up.
Ah, I should have been clearer - I've been thinking about the difference between 'being' and 'doing' and I was enjoying simple being rather than a moment with 'purpose' :)
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