Inside a room, surrounded by panels of oak trees and posters of famous connoisseurs, chats of trivialities flow like Harriet the Giant Galapagos Land Turtle. Every now and then, interruptions of Hoyo de Monterrey being inhaled or sips of an 18 year old Scottish malt, decorated the unpretentious laughters of questionable characters such as I.
On the second floor platform, blue skies and the undeterred sun kissing the eyes that envision white spherical objects flying up then down, to their temporary abodes on the green. Hands and legs, steady with the longing for sounds of deep sighs of relieve. Not a single indication of urgency in each breath.
Am I experiencing the finer things in life? Are all things of enjoyment necessarily mean adrenaline rushing through the body? What does it really mean to "live life to the max"? What is life in its truest meaning?
In this blog, I will never attempt to define (despite the blog title) what "Fine" really is about, I will never dare attempt such a preposterous deed. The only purpose will be to "share" what I consider to be simple appreciations of patience and consistency in any thing that life has to offer.
Hope you will enjoy my upcoming reviews, rants, thoughts or even chants.
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2 comments:
Congratulations on your new blog!!
Congrats! Hope to see more of your writings.
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