walks.
i used to love walking. i always enjoyed a mildly cold night, where i just let my feet guide me. somehow, somewhere i lost this appreciation. in this whirling, time efficient lifestyle i so desperately try to live, walking became an inconvenience. yet, in hindsight walking was one of the most calming things for me. it forced me slow down the consuming, daily packed activities and let myself pause and enjoy intimate details of every day life: eggplants on the sidewalk, musty, grass smell of rain, couples holding hands.
yesterday, i decided to change this. i walked. i walked and forced myself to slow down. there were no plans, no thoughts-just instinct. i walked to dolce vita and appreciated the journey as it was. the old arcade on 30th reminded me of david and mallory's ddr addictions. the white, stone apartment along the way, bikers taking full advantage of a rare, grey day. i don't know where else i walked, i can't remember specifics nor did i feel compelled to make notes. simple small things that i take for granted just reflected as individuals, rather than an object i just needed to pass. this itself is a reflection of my life: slow down or you'll get consumed.
"Being by nature social, some portion of our energies we must employ to keep the flow of sociality . . . But [at the same time] we cannot afford to fritter away our solitude where lies the throne of the infinite. We cannot truly live for one another if we never claim the freedom to live alone, if our social duties consist in helping one another to forget that we have souls. To exhaust ourselves completely in mere efforts to give company to each other, is to cheat the world of our best, the best which is the product of the amplitude of our inner atmosphere of leisure." -Tagore in his Thoughts written in English.
yesterday, i decided to change this. i walked. i walked and forced myself to slow down. there were no plans, no thoughts-just instinct. i walked to dolce vita and appreciated the journey as it was. the old arcade on 30th reminded me of david and mallory's ddr addictions. the white, stone apartment along the way, bikers taking full advantage of a rare, grey day. i don't know where else i walked, i can't remember specifics nor did i feel compelled to make notes. simple small things that i take for granted just reflected as individuals, rather than an object i just needed to pass. this itself is a reflection of my life: slow down or you'll get consumed.
"Being by nature social, some portion of our energies we must employ to keep the flow of sociality . . . But [at the same time] we cannot afford to fritter away our solitude where lies the throne of the infinite. We cannot truly live for one another if we never claim the freedom to live alone, if our social duties consist in helping one another to forget that we have souls. To exhaust ourselves completely in mere efforts to give company to each other, is to cheat the world of our best, the best which is the product of the amplitude of our inner atmosphere of leisure." -Tagore in his Thoughts written in English.