Sometimes your head is just so full of thoughts and images and memories that you can´t think anymore. You feel the urge to write something down, to think something through and it´s just not working. It´s like your thoughts are always one step ahead of your brain and all that stays palpable is their color. That´s where it really helps to read good books. Because if you´re lucky, you find thoughts in them you can hold on to.
I recently discovered such a book that was recommended to me by a dear friend (which actually means I didn´t discover it myself after all).
One sentence really stuck in this chaos and haze of adult life: "Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending" (Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts)
What would it be like to really stick to that thought? And to celebrate every minute as a short story. Wouldn´t that elevate our experiences to celebrations of complete awareness and make us live our lives really to the fullest? Even if it were short stories without a happy ending - they are valuable, too. I find myself sometimes rushing through life so much that I start having déjà-vus. I guess that is because I have not processed the moments with awareness and indulgence.
I admit, celebrating every minute might get a bit exhausting. But at least, it makes a difference to think about it. And to try to cherish our time. And the people we spend it with.
I recently discovered such a book that was recommended to me by a dear friend (which actually means I didn´t discover it myself after all).
One sentence really stuck in this chaos and haze of adult life: "Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending" (Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts)
What would it be like to really stick to that thought? And to celebrate every minute as a short story. Wouldn´t that elevate our experiences to celebrations of complete awareness and make us live our lives really to the fullest? Even if it were short stories without a happy ending - they are valuable, too. I find myself sometimes rushing through life so much that I start having déjà-vus. I guess that is because I have not processed the moments with awareness and indulgence.
I admit, celebrating every minute might get a bit exhausting. But at least, it makes a difference to think about it. And to try to cherish our time. And the people we spend it with.
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