A very busy day today.
I have a lot to say, and I already said it by writing it somewhere else. I will tell the story in more detail when I feel it is ready. I will not transform great stories into mediocre ones in the name of rushing or standardization. That is not to say that techniques aren't important for expressing emotions. But if it's only about the technique, and not the emotion, then what's the point? That's what I've been thinking about a lot today.
Today was very good, but then very stressful. When I finally got home, I decided to write the frustration down with words. Then I went on a walk and realized just how great life is: I walked across a bridge toward the smiling moon, which was smiling for the first time in a long time. I walked past basketball hoops and a baseball field filled with players. I walked to the view above the river and surveyed the area surrounding me, connected with me. I thought deeply about a part of my life that has been weighing on me since I moved to New York. I made a decision, and I became much happier. A burden had been lifted.
I walked back toward my apartment. Earlier I had looked from my window into the street and saw a man running down the middle of the street. Not the sidewalk. The street. So as I approached the enormous hill that stands between the park and my apartment, I began sprinting up the hill right in the middle of the street. Then I began writing again. Pages completed. A breath of refreshment.
At 11 o'clock I finally had time to cook a meal. I hadn't eaten as much as usual during the day, and I hadn't had a full nutritious meal yet. I washed, chopped, cooked and ate the food. After many bites I finally drank the water with deep thirst and full appreciation. I savored the few drops that remained on the inner sides of my lips and cheeks and slowly trickled down to my throat, each one perceived with full gratitude and recognition. I thought of just how lucky I was to live in a world with something as joyously delicious and healing as water, and that I lived somewhere where I could easily have this water for free. Lucky me. Then I breathed deeply and appreciated the miracle of being able to be.
I have a lot to say, and I already said it by writing it somewhere else. I will tell the story in more detail when I feel it is ready. I will not transform great stories into mediocre ones in the name of rushing or standardization. That is not to say that techniques aren't important for expressing emotions. But if it's only about the technique, and not the emotion, then what's the point? That's what I've been thinking about a lot today.
Today was very good, but then very stressful. When I finally got home, I decided to write the frustration down with words. Then I went on a walk and realized just how great life is: I walked across a bridge toward the smiling moon, which was smiling for the first time in a long time. I walked past basketball hoops and a baseball field filled with players. I walked to the view above the river and surveyed the area surrounding me, connected with me. I thought deeply about a part of my life that has been weighing on me since I moved to New York. I made a decision, and I became much happier. A burden had been lifted.
I walked back toward my apartment. Earlier I had looked from my window into the street and saw a man running down the middle of the street. Not the sidewalk. The street. So as I approached the enormous hill that stands between the park and my apartment, I began sprinting up the hill right in the middle of the street. Then I began writing again. Pages completed. A breath of refreshment.
At 11 o'clock I finally had time to cook a meal. I hadn't eaten as much as usual during the day, and I hadn't had a full nutritious meal yet. I washed, chopped, cooked and ate the food. After many bites I finally drank the water with deep thirst and full appreciation. I savored the few drops that remained on the inner sides of my lips and cheeks and slowly trickled down to my throat, each one perceived with full gratitude and recognition. I thought of just how lucky I was to live in a world with something as joyously delicious and healing as water, and that I lived somewhere where I could easily have this water for free. Lucky me. Then I breathed deeply and appreciated the miracle of being able to be.
