On one regular weekday morning, I headed to a cafe near my home for breakfast after yoga. I had contemplated popping into a coffee joint at the nearby mall but on a wimp disembarked the bus a couple of stops earlier and made my way to that cafe instead.
It’s probably also considered one of the “hip” cafes to visit hut amongst a list of more “hyped” ones in the same neighbourhood, there are actually times when this place offers a calmer and quieter environment in comparison.
Being a weekday when I surmise most have returned to work after the long weekend, it was almost empty save for two other patrons who sat outdoors. I vacillated between in or out but eventually opted for air-conditioning because I suspected it would get humid and muggy outside. It wasn’t extremely comfortable for me indoors due to my natural aversion to cold but it was such an experience I hadn’t had in a while – the stillness of the interior as I quietly chewed and enjoyed my hearty breakfast while… replying work emails on my phone. Reducing screen time is still something I’m working on, but it’s easier to eat and scroll on the phone as compared to eating and reading a book since I need both hands to handle the utensils while eating.
The absence of any background music that cafés usually play, or the whirring of the espresso machine or some other food prep sounds, gave the stillness an air of tranquility and enchantment. It almost felt as though time had come to a standstill and that I was the only person in the world. Of course the cafe staff were around but they were probably just minding their business and busy on their own phones, although I was slightly bemused they didn’t even bother playing any music until slightly later when I was done and about to leave.
Quietness, in our current society and world that’s constantly abuzz with activity and a flurry of noises that have become a default that we have come to accept perhaps, is something so rare and unique which I’m deeply appreciative of. It’s at times like these that maybe I can savour the moments like previous drops of water in a parched desert, and just truly be. Not worrying about tomorrow or the future, not fixating on the partiality of human behaviour or the injustice suffered, not caring about what the world thinks of me and what I’ve chosen for myself and my life.
Because even in the gloomiest of times, God is never far from us – it’s a believe and veracity I’ve to keep close to me in order for me to keep going. Until the time is right for Him to move me to the next chapter, the next step, the next leap. No matter what comes my way, the provision and grace will never stop.