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A little old man ordered an extravagant ice cream sundae. Glasses, striped short-sleeved collared button-down (outdated). I watch him as he eats it with a peaceful and innocent contentment. I can't help but smile to myself. He noticed me looking. He couldn't care less. He is himself; he's done with dreams and ambitions. All he needs is his ice cream sundae. I wonder if he's lived here his whole life. And now he frequents touristy places to avoid the familiar turf that evokes memories- or perhaps this is his turf- so much changed that it no longer produces bittersweet nostalgias. Tourists come and go. I wonder what he thinks about- if it’s highly intellectual or if he simply dwells on his now-empty sundae bowl. Better the latter. Why dwell on the oddities of life when all you need is ice cream to make you happy? What a blessing to be old and happy; to care about nothing but your ice cream sundae. But what a tragedy that all we do in life is search, and in the end, all we were looking for was dessert!
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
dessert
A little old man ordered an extravagant ice cream sundae. Glasses, striped short-sleeved collared button-down (outdated). I watch him as he eats it with a peaceful and innocent contentment. I can't help but smile to myself. He noticed me looking. He couldn't care less. He is himself; he's done with dreams and ambitions. All he needs is his ice cream sundae. I wonder if he's lived here his whole life. And now he frequents touristy places to avoid the familiar turf that evokes memories- or perhaps this is his turf- so much changed that it no longer produces bittersweet nostalgias. Tourists come and go. I wonder what he thinks about- if it’s highly intellectual or if he simply dwells on his now-empty sundae bowl. Better the latter. Why dwell on the oddities of life when all you need is ice cream to make you happy? What a blessing to be old and happy; to care about nothing but your ice cream sundae. But what a tragedy that all we do in life is search, and in the end, all we were looking for was dessert!
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
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