A thing is not beautiful because it lasts.
The past week has been filled with unexpected moments, has been filled with wonderful little bits that make life feel pretty, that remind me I may well be the luckiest man alive. As we approach cruising altitude, the clouds soaring by below, reflecting on where I am, where this journey may (or may not) be going, life feels good. Sometimes all that is needed is to take a deep breath, to reset your mind’s relentless pace.
Without planning for anything of the sort, the week(end) also gave me much needed perspective on being single, lonely and alone. At any given time, one or several of the preceding descriptors will be apt, and they should be embraced. Life’s flows should not be fought. If it is akin to a river, then we have known for some time that fighting the river is futile, following its movements produces far superior results. When we live in accordance with nature, like reaching harmony, we are rewarded with signs big and small that we are doing well.
Much of what we do should be done in pursuit of a goal, else we risk wasting too much time. Yet to live a full life, a space has to be created to wander aimlessly, to explore under the auspices of almost certainly not discovering anything novel. Sometimes, we have to explore for the sake of it, we have to live moments without a plan of what they could or should entail. We have to just be
Remembering the Washington Capitals greatest ever motivational speech by a coach:
Published on October 1, 2023