These two words have captivated my mind as of late. Just the thought of being there. Not “being there”, but really thinking about what else I have to do today. Not “being there”, but worrying about what people think. Just truly being where you are. I heard somebody say recently that a human being is just that: A human (subject), being (verb). Not a “Human doing”, or a “human producing”.
I am beginning to take more and more joy at the pure visceral pleasure of life. The drowning quiet of the pre-dawn hours contrasted by the light bird songs of morning. The interesting patterns in the bottom of a tin pan. The taste of a bad cup of coffee. I find myself walking more and more places, riding my bike more and more places. As Ghandi said, “There is more to life than just trying to speed it up.”
Just thoughts.
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