I often wonder if other people sit and ponder sentiments. On questioning often they tell me no, that they don't sit and contemplate sentiments.
The place I often find myself pondering sentiments is at the bus stop. It is a place where you are often alone, waiting for your means to an adventure. There is no place to be, no place to go, stressing over the buses arrival is meaningless. You are in a place, waiting, and your mind can wander. Maybe to the person you are going to see... maybe to the bird hopping near by... maybe to the idea of the feeling of cold on your fingers.
Animals don't think, don't ponder. Our ability to ponder as humans is what makes us human. Maybe it brings us a bit closer to ourselves to ponder small things. I feel the moment we stop pondering, and feeling sentimental, is the moment we have lost meaning, staring blanket at the wall no thoughts... how can one live when one is in that state of mind?
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