When the blues pay you a visit.

Crackling, crispy, fresh morning. Same old routine, new hopes and will with a refueled tank of motivation. So much to conquer and an undying aspiration to make yourself happy. There isn't anyone to please, no one to beat, just doing something for yourself and by your own ability and hardwork. There are easy shortcuts, but there's no glory in that. There are sleazy and a flirty text could also go a long way, but is it worth to be so characterless? There there, gotta get off the bed first.

The sun is bright, and the skies are clear. The window is slightly cracked open, and the birds are chirping. Emails to be read and people to be met. Ugh, socialising? That's the worst. A bathtub of hot coffee would help.
There isn't better music than hearing the sound of coffee being poured in a cup. There isn't a better smell than the one from freshly brewed hot coffee. There isn't a better sight than the full cup of coffee slowly approaching the face.

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There it is, right after the first sip, the birds suddenly are signing better and the day looks more colorful. Now that the body has got it's fix the brain is also feeling pretty jolly. But what is this? The soul still lags behind in agony. It's a bustling Wednesday morning and the work chart said Wednesdays are when the body and brain is at it's peak. Wasn't wrong, but it didn't say anything about the soul. Mayday, mayday! Soul crashing imminently. Is there a special blend of coffee for that?

Alexa, she's doing her job playing something nice. Sunlight, supplying daily dose of Vitamin D. Clothes, freshly dried and smelling good. Air, not too humid and just the right amount of hapoy tickles. So why isn't everything as giddy-good-goo-lets-do-the-day-yoohoo? Sorry honey, its not you, its just...blue. and verily, the nation of the self was prospering and well to be, until the nation of the blues attacked. Sneaky, quite, but very, very effective.

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It's the cunning way of the soul to say HALT! and issue a reminder check. Too much is happening to quick, and although its fir yiu not much is realky happening for you. It's the nice way of saying that there isn't a need to be like a millennial trying to create a meme before it's not cool, or be like a teenage girl who just found out about BTS, or the duracell bunny ad playing in a loop.

You've consumed enough caffeine to kill a horse, and played enough upbeat to give a grasshopper arthritis, laughed enough to get your lungs popped and did enough yoga that India feels ashamed. But when the blues arrive, you must accept that it's time to pay a little attention to your spirit and give it some time to recuperate. After all, this concrete jungle we live doesn't give two poops about the souls of the buslting bees we had to become. Maybe a little escape from it would help, maybe a little calm and peace in the nature. Or a chocolate lava fondant and another cup of coffee.