While eating my cake and having it too, I was looking outside of the window.
Perhaps even thinking about the meaning of life.
Thoughts have always been my friend.
In times of stillness or just as my company.
It could even have been a way to protect myself, from bad words once said to me.
The thoughts as a shield to not have to understand, a world of my own.
I have found this companionship or something to fill my time and space.
Beyond and beneath all, it is part of who I am.
Thinking comes easily to me, not just a way to feel safe.
I am happy I was able to find that space in myself.
It could also be one day I was a philosopher in the old days.
Who hasn’t completed its task and so it has been coming back in this cloud of words.
Because sometimes we die before anything happens.
Something odd and normal, however the spirit is still alive.
It stays there where it belongs for it to fulfill its purpose, for it to complete and to go home.
Wherever that is.
An introspect of my findings, something I believe.
As far as this goes, or just stays with me.
This story came to me because I was thinking about the privilege of life, while having my cake and eating it too.
It means to enjoy it while it last or you can enjoy the good parts of something without having to deal with the bad parts.
A journey of my own.
Perhaps one that is ending and the words to make it complete.
I was thinking about the things I have been experiencing and the way to heal.
It is not a given everything goes the way it should.
I believe a life lesson in itself.
The privilege is not to be raised properly, having the love we need or just a caring family and friends for us to bounce back.
As far as I have looked around in the last few decades on this planet, there is no such thing.
Perhaps a change should be made, but that is for another day.
For me it is the way we handle ourselves, cope with situations and work with what we have.
Because the privilege of life is just this, to eat your cake and having it too.