Scribbles #152 Lost
It’s the year 2009. Life seems to have slipped through time faster as each year goes by. I live it day to day. Working, being responsible and being who I’ve grown up to be.
Today no different than any other, I started it with a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks. I sat down at the table near the window just to catch a little bit of life before it slipped through time again. I looked out through the glass to see the world moving at its pace. Then in the window I caught a glimpse of myself. The reflection in my eyes I saw my youth and remembered other days that I had sat at coffee houses watching others pass by. Then memories flashed of other times that had slipped of me. It’s who I was before this day. It was a time before I grew up to be me. So, I thought. I stared back at myself and wondered is this me? Who I have grown up to be? I wake up and do the things I’m suppose to do. I live as I ought to. And my life I thought was fulfilled. But, why when I look back at myself am I unfamiliar?
“Pardon me, is this chair taken?” a man asks pulling me away from my memories and thoughts. No, I say, please take it. My time here has elasped it’s now back to work, to live this day as every day, being responsible, who’ve I’ve grown up to be. And as I stand to leave this place, I catch myself staring back at me and wondered, is this me?