A good sleep makes you forget that some small pleasures can have a side effect. Stepping instinctively again and again, algorithmically high and happy, on the stairway of small pleasures, brings up – inescapably – the faded storms of reason. And a precipice.
There are things you do while you live, which tickle you up and down the spine… to the tip of your toes: the Sunday morning snooze, slow sips of coffee, a dive in the book you love, the day you meet your deadlines, a morning hug, a touch, your favourite person’s smile…and a few forbidden others…
It’s the stairway on which you’re not convinced if the steps are bewilderingly biting from yourself or rather it’s the other way around. It shifts your mood from vexed to happy, from happy to enthusiast…From enthusiasm to excitement. ..they charge you up and move your blood around each and every cell of the corps you live in.
In the reasoned moments, the precipice feels deeper and the first impulse is to take control and enjoy only some from your long list of small pleasures. It’s a mysterious altitude in which the temptation and pleasure to jump overlap the threat of crushing yourself in the precipice. If you don’t decide, before you know it, it’s Friday again… and before you know it once more, the jumps and steps you’ve already made on this stairway will have been faded away, but still pricking you harder than you thought ten stairs ago….
