The Light in the Morning

It seemed to be an ordinary day. In the morning, I sat in the breakfast shop enjoying my breakfast with lovely moment. I changed my position, keeping sight of my motorcycle for not being broken or stolen by others. But somehow my sight further focused on the near restaurant with delicate adornment. It was adorned with Hello Kitty-style and furnishes the house in pink color. Nonetheless, this restaurant looked peculiar standing on this street since people here mostly wore their sandal, t-shirt or sun glasses for their vacations. The restaurant therefore was unsuitable for the locality. Subsequently, a staff of four pushed the door, walking out and standing in a shape of line, and they seemed to count the number altogether for bowing to the road with their words of “welcome to our restaurant!” Like a robot with the same gesture, one of them seems to be the leader for giving orders to the rest of them. After voicing the words, they walked into the door in decent manner. Their performance of bow, manner and dressing were all perfect for their behaviors. It was obvious that they would like to attract people entering their restaurant. Yet, for those who might have seen, it somehow gave an awkward impression to others while the staff seemingly were unaware of it.
It occurs to me that sometimes we’d like to ask others how we look like. Most of the time we feel that we are fine with nothing wrong and that even content with the present condition. This remains what we look at ourselves; however, we pay less attention to what others look at us. Sometimes it’s quite hard to judge what customers or others like for there is always a blind spot for the subject itself. For instance, it is like that you feel nothing wrong with yourself but others see some other parts from you without any effort. As we may consider that restaurant gives a splendid impression to us, the subtle awkwardness lies behind the display of this restaurant and the manner of its staff. Such awkwardness signals a sort of being stony and rigid, a stiff as poker, which is full of well manner and inflexibility.
This somehow relates the concept of extremity. I used to do things in extremity, which means that I often do the assignment or presentation on my work in a way of solid and even toward excess. I try to get all the resources, which had been well-organized, involve in a frame of my work for the extremity to some perfect and complete extent. Sometimes we feel nothing wrong with ourselves. Doesn't this self-contentment immerse in a way of limit to an extreme? If it has come to an extreme, then there might no longer have a space for us to breathe. Something fluid remains in those space which has been left, cast aside or be fulfilled by the subject. But the subversion or even the reverse part will contribute to these spaces in a way of uncovering its unexpectedness.