As I was walking home from campus today I was reminded of all the things that I enjoy on a regular basis. I always wave to the groundskeeper lady, and ask her how her day was. I greet the security guards. I say hello to the lady who sells fruits, vegetables and bread. I sometimes stop at the other lady who sells fruits and veggies and buy some fruit or incense. I look up at Tomatoes and wave to anyone who happens to be eating on the balcony or drinking a Kubuli. I stop at the Ren Brothers house and play with the Ren brothers for a few minutes. They always ask me if we’re still going to the beach on Sunday, and I always tell them yes. I say hello to Ashton Alexander, the nice old gentleman with only a few teeth left who still works building apartments in the hot sun every day. I wave to my laundry man Augustus, and say hello to the ladies who work there, Sandra and Latoya. I stare at the beautiful sun as it sets against the palm and coconut trees. I stop and say hello to the construction workers who are building a huge apartment across from me and always listen to Reggae music very loudly.
And then I open my apartment door, and wait for my puppies to charge me and try to knock me down. They jump on me and lick me while I try to put on their leashes.
All these things make me smile. They happen every day. I guess it’s sort of comforting. I’m comforted knowing that people know who I am. They know that I will always wave and say hello. I feel secure knowing that the sun will always set, and that it will always bring me joy.
But then, as I enter into my apartment, I’m suddenly filled with sadness. I know that the next hours to come will involve me sitting in the same spot, studying the same way, using the same highlighters. My apartment didn’t get any cleaner while I was gone. The dishes still need to be done and I’ll have to prepare something for dinner. Most likely it will be one of the three dishes that I cook, or I’ll order from one of the same three restaurants.
It never really gets exciting. Usually the highlight of my evening is a cool picture from pathology or the occasional nice email from a friend.
But the monotony can be depressing. It makes me realize how boring my life really is most of the time.
However, take a look at the sunset above. That was from a few nights ago. How can I be depressed when there is beauty such as that all around me?
I think I need to remember the things that make me smile. Perhaps I can find comfort in the fact that some of the good things never change, and that I have the ability to change the things that really matter.