The Maggi lost its warmth. The coffee lost its taste. But perhaps I gained something else.
A reminder that life doesn’t always happen in complete chapters.
We start conversations and don’t finish them. We make plans that never happen. We begin journeys and change our destinations. We meet people who become unfinished stories. Some dreams remain unfinished.
And maybe that’s okay.
Because perhaps happiness isn’t always in finishing everything.
Maybe sometimes, happiness is in looking at what remains unfinished and saying, “I was there. I started something. I lived that moment.”
The cold coffee is no longer the coffee I made an hour ago. The half-finished Maggi will never taste exactly the same.
But they carry something more than their taste.
They carry a moment I almost forgot.
Maybe the art of happiness is not learning how to complete everything, but learning to find beauty in the things that were never completed.
