My feet are bitten by cold and the soft glow of white light reflecting down onto the snow from the grey clouds to the sparse covering of snow and into the diningroom where I now sit bears a mark of November. I could probably use a pair of socks, but I think my room is colder than the diningroom and as such, I have little ambition to go find a pair of foot coverers from the depths of my closet.
Really, it would be desperately easy to be a bit disgruntled on this horridly freezing .6C degree morning where my feet are freezing, the coffee loses its heat too easy, the pancakes are a bit tough, and an episode of Kitchen Nightmares that I've seen quite a few times is playing on BBC America in the livingroom instead of something a bit more captivating. That said, je suis assez content.
For example, because Kitchen Nightmares is playing instead of the World News or Top Gear or Orphan Black or Startrek, I am listening to some fantastic tracks from all over the world via grooveshark. I've got the relatively new Tarja Turunen album, Colours in the Dark, playing at the moment (which I highly recommend-she's hit on something good with quite a few of the ten tracks) with some other great music to follow, including Bjork, Charon, Northern Kings, Nightwish, and some others.
Furthermore, even though the pancakes were a little touch and chilly, they were good. I love breakfast, it is one of my favorite meals of the day, and pancakes are fantastic with a bit of grape jelly on them and chocolate chips in the centre. And again, the coffee is decent as well. Not the best cup I've ever had as it's half-caf, from a can, and isn't quite as hot as I'd like it, but it has a bite and serves its purpose. This apple I'm eating too is fantastic, it is rather large and sweet.
To be honest, I think that a lot of unhappiness nowadays, and I could be wrong, is spawned from the wish for instant gratification. The internet supplies us with countless things at the click of a button. I can type in a song I want to listen to, like "Norah Jones - Nightingale" and I can listen to it in a relatively instant manner. Logic could be followed then that our impatience for perfection is a torture mechanism that attempts to keep us from enjoying simple things like this imperfect but alright morning.
I certainly have a streak of impatience in me, which is a bad habit to keep, and it has ruined many an art project, meal component, and moment. In one of my classes we've been discussing technology and as someone who uses technology every day consistently for one reason or another, I could easily believe that my use of technology has lent itself to create a bigger problem with my impatience.
Observing a younger generation, aka my younger, 12 year old brother, who has grown up absolutely surrounded by technology (yes, I grew up in my infant/toddler years in a video firm but the 90s still didn't offer all the consumer technologies that the 00s and 10s are offering to children, and professional equipment is a tad different than entertainment equipment), I can notice quite quickly that he has very little patience. Less patience than I do for printers that don't work, and as I kill printers quite frequently, that is saying something.
He has an obsession with video games. Moreso than I do, as I occasionally play when I find myself up late at night or if I'm slightly ill, or when I feel like it (mostly in the wintertime when I can't do too much outside). Alright, he is brilliant at them and can kick my rear end out the door every time I venture to play a few rounds on Black Ops or Call of Duty with him, but he has no patience in the game or out of the game. He begins grumbling right when the server starts loading slowly while I sit there on the floor drinking coffee or eating ramen or just waiting, like any person would who understands that the server connecting the small town I am in to the global playing field is bouncing signals all over the world faster than Spitfires, or even like someone who is just waiting for the game to load.
Maybe he is an example of the younger generation who will create a future of instant gratification, or maybe he has just inherited the impatience trait. Either way, I think it is time to remember patience and even to admire the little things to turn a dreary November morning into an enjoyable experience.
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