It's a Sunday in a small town. It's a crisp morning with the smell of cinnamon in the air. There is some sort of clarity that comes while living in a small town which just wouldn't come if you are in the city. The sun is shining bright and all I want to do is take a walk along the beach, make eye contact with strangers, and grab coffee from the local bakery.

Some Sundays are like that. Peaceful and serene. Some mornings you wake up and somehow you have a better sense of yourself. You have figured some things out that you weren't really sure you would be able to. You had a few epiphanies in the wee hours of the morning which gave you a better sense of self. I think that's one of the most important but most underestimated things in today's life: Knowing your own self. You can't really do much if you don't know what you want out of it. You can't really expect anything from anyone unless you know what to expect from yourself. But it seems like we just don't have the time to reflect on ourselves. No time to figure out how our actions effect others or the world in general. We are just running. Running to God knows where. No wonder we are all messed up.

I am just thankful for a Sunday like today.