Aimless & Purposeless Walking.
I read this article on the BBC News website yesterday. There's something I deeply detest about the culture I function and exist in - we're all plugged in, we're all striving to be comfortable, we're all the same. Maybe. I don't know. I do know that I get depressed and disillusioned when I think about the stale predictability of life. We have become so connected, plugged into screens, yet we're so disconnected. There's a prophetic creativity waiting to be unleashed that is dulled by our commitment to being comfortable.
Anyway, inspired by the article I walked home from work in an aimless and purposeless way. It usually takes 20 minutes to walk back. It took me about 45. I walked up a road I'd never walked up before. It was a dead end. It reminded me of a totally different part of Sheffield actually. The sky was blue and it was beautiful. I walked along my normal road very slowly, absorbing everything. I noticed a hidden gate that I had not seen before. I noticed the buds on the trees, the variety of life, the beauty of existence. I paused, I breathed. Alive. For a moment, alive.
Anyway, inspired by the article I walked home from work in an aimless and purposeless way. It usually takes 20 minutes to walk back. It took me about 45. I walked up a road I'd never walked up before. It was a dead end. It reminded me of a totally different part of Sheffield actually. The sky was blue and it was beautiful. I walked along my normal road very slowly, absorbing everything. I noticed a hidden gate that I had not seen before. I noticed the buds on the trees, the variety of life, the beauty of existence. I paused, I breathed. Alive. For a moment, alive.