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| Hiking in Izu Peninsula 2019 |
I went walking for a week far away and I came back with hundreds of thoughts in my head.
Never-ending, vivid and loud thoughts.
Every night I dreamed of scenes that happened.
Of paths I walked.
The things I said - and haven't said.
And things you said.
The sharing of our fragmented stories. Feelings. Beliefs. Doubts. Dreams.
Somebody once wrote:
"Deep in the mingling of thoughts and words, we're in a place where good things usually happen."
I believe that's true.
But deep in my random thoughts, I also feel rather unsettled.
It seems like my life is never settled. But what is the meaning of being "settled"?
A permanent job?
A family?
A house?
If so, why is it that some people have all the above and yet are far from feeling "settled"?
Do we live to become settled?
My thoughts continue to build in my head.
Sometimes, we have to be so patient in the presence of our own thoughts.
I read this on a New York Times column at the hotel in Tokyo.
The only thing I know is:
the conversations we have
the silence we share
with the nature
reopen a door filled with
meaning and purpose,
happiness and desire,
and possibilities.
And this is exactly the point.
