Poolgames and knots

I have been thinking for a while about the kind of moments in life I wish we would happily share.

You know the best things in life are not big fireworks, they are those small things in your day to day life.
One late night at the hostel I helped a Canadian girl get through knots in her hair. She did not want cut her hair so close to her wedding and sooner then later many more wanted to be there to help out. It somehow reminded me of sauna nights in my childhood. Two nights ago a Chinese guy we call Derek was making root boiled tea, we sat in the kitchen, talked how we could feel the stress let itself free.

We share food from cultures, (red fish from Senegal or blueberry Tesco muffins), laugh to the crazy fire alarm or the dirtiness of the bathroom floor. I wish we could all experience this, a community of strangers from across to globe, at least once in our lives.

And no this is not me saying let us (you and I) live in a hostel, believe me I'm covering so much with roses, even all the smell.
But I wish you would play pool with me, go a bit crazy, goofy and laugh out loud, enjoy the little moments that are given to us if we only looked around. And yes I know I suck at that game, but that's not the point, take some time and play with me anyway.

I met someone too stuck up and reminded me of something I really wanted to say.
So here I go, thank you, and do not let these moments slip away.

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