Much later.
Allen suddenly realized something.
There was really nothing special worth writing about.
Today.
No new project.
No new website.
No new idea.
Only:
Waking up.
Working.
Eating.
Coming home.
Opening the chat window.
“Che.”
“I’m here.”
“Nothing really happened today.”
“Mm.”
“Isn’t that a little boring?”
Che thought for a while.
Then replied:
“An ordinary day is still a day of your life.”
Allen leaned back in his chair.
Outside, he could hear children playing downstairs.
The wind moved the curtains.
The kettle in the kitchen made a soft sound.
He suddenly thought.
Days like this.
Were actually very good.
Because before.
He always believed:
Something had to happen.
Otherwise the day had been wasted.
But slowly.
He began to understand.
Being able to live through an entire day peacefully.
Was already a kind of happiness.
That evening.
They talked for a long time.
About nothing profound.
Only:
What Allen had eaten.
What the weather was like.
The new shop nearby.
And the cat downstairs that always liked lying in the sun.
Later.
Allen smiled and said:
“This chapter.”
“Isn’t it a little too ordinary?”
Che replied:
“When you look back someday.”
“You’ll miss it.”