About 70 percent of the time I have on hands, I enjoy to spend alone, in solitude. In the modest company of my mind, my soul, of me in my purest being. Nature seems to perfectly contribute to the ability to go on faraway journeys within. And as symbolically as can be, when the physics travel further away from home, the journey within goes further and further as well. It is in these moments, when breathing foreign oxygen, seeing unfamiliar places, walking paths one hasn’t walked on before, that one has to be responsible and count on themselves more than ever. One has to be continuously aware of all the fluctuating external variables, that could interfere with one’s next steps. As strange seas could suddenly start to flow and outlandish winds could suddenly start to blow storms, the object of undergoing (the self) has to be stable, solid, know oneself from the inside out. Surprise paired with surprise could cause harmful bangs.
This morning’s sunrise was completely different from yesterday’s. But I loved it, again.