The coffee has gone slightly cold. The world feels a little slower.

I’m looking out the window when it suddenly occurs to me. People who know how to drift into a daze are becoming rare.

When I was young, it was easy to spot them.

On street corners, on buses, beside classroom desks, people quietly “emptying out.”

Their eyes had no destination, yet their minds were free.

Back then, time wasn’t chasing us. There was wind in our heads, and clouds too. Now, even the few seconds waiting at a red light must be filled.

Another screen, another scroll.

As if being alone with oneself has become unbearable. As if we’re afraid of hearing what the mind actually says when it’s quiet.

But I’ve always felt that spacing out is a kind of natural meditation.

A moment when the soul subtly realigns with the rhythm of the world. Those minutes of stillness feel like an invisible reset button, thoughts settling back into place, breath quietly starting over.

So today, I’m in no hurry to return anywhere.

I just sit here, letting the coffee cool into a gentle mirror, letting myself slowly dissolve inside it.

Maybe “doing nothing” isn’t a waste of time after all. Maybe it’s the moment when time finally agrees to sit beside me, without asking for anything.



—— XC Scribbles · 壹 I ☕️