It was 6:45 a.m. and I took my first sip of the freshly brewed cup of coffee. The minute it splashed my taste buds, my brain switched on. I dipped a square of dark chocolate into the coffee, then delightfully bit off a semi-melted portion. A quiet “ahh” escaped my mouth. My mom, sitting next to me, read aloud. This is our morning ritual, by the way–a Bosnian one to start the day. We drink coffee slowly and chat about life, books, plans for the upcoming day.
The world is different and viewing it through a “quirky” lense makes life more fun, and hey, more bearable at times and . . . quirky means UNconventional. Why are so many still looking at the world in only “conventional” terms?