with all the time that's left, we have all this time that's left
i was walking to the supermarket near my apartment complex and on my way is an elementary school. in front of the entrance the parents wait patiently as their children come out one by one; they run excidedly out to their parents' outstretched arms. i know i was happy to get out of school when i was little, but there's something different; there is this sense of pure joy from the children and from the parents. as i am watching this, an older woman is helping her mother (at least 90) walk across the street. that's it.. that's it. such, devotion of the parents to their children and when the parents get old, the devotion is reversed, and then the cycle continues.
it is a beautiful cycle.
i am sure i did not need italy to understand this, but the more i contemplate it, the more i begin to realize that everything is amplified here; every sound, scent, movement, moment, winding and meandering thoughts. just being here or being there where a slow-moving sky provides this vague feeling of happiness for just being here or being there. i always hated that feeling; not having a reason or clear understanding, but the more i think about it the more i believe that not necessarily having a reason or clear understanding is the best reason i can have.
i went to galleria borghese and had the pleasure of witnessing some of the greatest pieces of art. bernini.. i am still looking for that type of inspiration; inspiration, which can melt away any cynicism or doubtfullness that impedes our lives. it is nothing short of fantastic.
barcelona this weekend; beaches, spf 15, picasso and attempting to teach the bartenders how to make a mint julep but end up settling for a mojito.
it is a beautiful cycle.
i am sure i did not need italy to understand this, but the more i contemplate it, the more i begin to realize that everything is amplified here; every sound, scent, movement, moment, winding and meandering thoughts. just being here or being there where a slow-moving sky provides this vague feeling of happiness for just being here or being there. i always hated that feeling; not having a reason or clear understanding, but the more i think about it the more i believe that not necessarily having a reason or clear understanding is the best reason i can have.
i went to galleria borghese and had the pleasure of witnessing some of the greatest pieces of art. bernini.. i am still looking for that type of inspiration; inspiration, which can melt away any cynicism or doubtfullness that impedes our lives. it is nothing short of fantastic.
barcelona this weekend; beaches, spf 15, picasso and attempting to teach the bartenders how to make a mint julep but end up settling for a mojito.