I wish it could happen to me
K, getting kinda late so just a quick post
Last weekend I went to help clean up the vacation house of my family, I ended up raking leaves for like 2 hours and loved it. It's been so long since I've done anything like that, I mean I've been away for so long...it was a simple pleasure and very appreciated. I dunno what it was, the smell of the garden's wet earth, the rustle crunch of the leaves, the parfumed scent of fallen cherry blossoms (ok horrible description gotta work on it a bit) plus all the memories of jumping into piles of leaves in the autumn.
ok, the bad description makes for a bad transition to my next idea but hope you follow
it got me thinking what kind of other unfathomable simple pleasures are there in other lives, in other countries. As in different cultures, different languages, there are certain ways of saying things or certain words and phrases and logic that exist only in that language, plus all the um...facial expressions and body language. There's a certain way a russian girl looks at you once she falls in love with you, or when a french girl um..."likes" you :p that no one out side of the culture can see. So how many lost esoteric pleasures that one will never discover...
I dunno, in a way it gives more meaning to life, you only have one to accumulate experiences, with out my childhood memories of autumn, raking leaves into castles that touch the sky, pumpkins and all that jazz, my weekend could have been awful. Even if I'll never be able to enjoy those things so many other of my homologues know, because I enjoy what I do makes me special in a way and makes my life more precious.
=p k 'nuf with the baloney
just s'th I thought of the other day. still no apt, school's ok but I need to catch up, girl problems (or lack of a girl :p) kinda sad/pissed off, dunno why
I'll try to write again tom!
hope all's well
and I'm starting to understand russian!
adios
Last weekend I went to help clean up the vacation house of my family, I ended up raking leaves for like 2 hours and loved it. It's been so long since I've done anything like that, I mean I've been away for so long...it was a simple pleasure and very appreciated. I dunno what it was, the smell of the garden's wet earth, the rustle crunch of the leaves, the parfumed scent of fallen cherry blossoms (ok horrible description gotta work on it a bit) plus all the memories of jumping into piles of leaves in the autumn.
ok, the bad description makes for a bad transition to my next idea but hope you follow
it got me thinking what kind of other unfathomable simple pleasures are there in other lives, in other countries. As in different cultures, different languages, there are certain ways of saying things or certain words and phrases and logic that exist only in that language, plus all the um...facial expressions and body language. There's a certain way a russian girl looks at you once she falls in love with you, or when a french girl um..."likes" you :p that no one out side of the culture can see. So how many lost esoteric pleasures that one will never discover...
I dunno, in a way it gives more meaning to life, you only have one to accumulate experiences, with out my childhood memories of autumn, raking leaves into castles that touch the sky, pumpkins and all that jazz, my weekend could have been awful. Even if I'll never be able to enjoy those things so many other of my homologues know, because I enjoy what I do makes me special in a way and makes my life more precious.
=p k 'nuf with the baloney
just s'th I thought of the other day. still no apt, school's ok but I need to catch up, girl problems (or lack of a girl :p) kinda sad/pissed off, dunno why
I'll try to write again tom!
hope all's well
and I'm starting to understand russian!
adios