02/07/2025
Affection woven in daily rhythms.
"Habit" – a word that often sounds so disciplined, tied to schedules and clear objectives: at what time, doing what, with whom. Yet, strangely, many of our most precious habits don't stem from any plan at all. They grow from the simplest, most ordinary things, repeated just enough until they suddenly become wonderfully familiar.
Consider the image of an old man turning on the television at exactly 6 PM, day in and day out. The news is old, the voice familiar, and no one in the house truly pays close attention. At first, perhaps a sigh might escape: "This show again?". But as time passes, that steady hum of the television transforms into the sound of peace, of family dinners gathered together. It's no longer just a program, but a familiar bass note in the symphony of home.
Or take the old woman with her habit of chewing betel in the late afternoon. The young grandchild innocently asks, "Grandma, are you eating leaves?". And just like that, a story begins – from the green betel leaf, to the bustling market of yesteryear, then to the first time she met Grandpa. Each telling is different, no two ever quite the same, but each one is filled with laughter and sparkling eyes. It's not a lesson, but a flowing river of memories, passed down from one generation to the next with the utmost naturalness.
Indeed, no one ever deliberately set out to create these things. No one sat down and solemnly declared: "From now on, let's all build a common family habit!". These moments, they simply blossom, simple and sincere, when we are "free" enough not to rush past each other.
And then, these small, seemingly insignificant things become a poignant ache of missing if one day they are no longer there. Not because they hold some grand or special meaning, but simply because they are familiar and present when we are together.
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