Distraction

We get distracted by small things like the the noise of people who chat not very far from us. We hate it when we try to study and then a loud-mouth student will enter the library. Or the sudden gasp of breath by a passer-by which tells of the difficult times they have.

In a middle of a sentence, when we try to go inside our heads and search in all corners the words we wanted to say, we are distracted because there are a lot of words to say. We find ourselves in the situation where we have said a lot but failed to deliver what we really mean. 

And  even in hollowness, there is distraction: when we try to get in our heads and find that the memories aren’t there. Proving that even the lack of detail, one can still be overwhelmed.

But when something is too hard to bear and a  butterfly visits. We stop everything and stare. Yes, you still hold the pencil you have held for the past hour but you stop what you’re doing. In an instant, that scene can inspire us to work better.

In the morning that you slept( barely), and someone greets with glee.

When a coffee tastes unusual in a good way, you’d give yourself a sip and say that distraction is a gift.