Uneventful Things
Sometimes I fear the slowness of days because I get agitated. How do you calm a violent storm?
On some days when I’ve difficulties accepting myself and managing my emotions, I make a list of things that make me feel good — mundane static acts or small kinetic activities that seem uneventful yet are profound in its subtlety.
I like…
train rides
long walks
quiet observation
high places overlooking the city
looking down below from a high place
listening to the sound of rain and waterfalls and forest birds (even if it’s just playing on Spotify)
Slow is good. Slow looking. When making things.
Slow days though feel like a trap. But I’ve no reason to hurry.
There are mornings when I wake up with my eyes still closed I can hear my mind whisper a prayer of gratitude. I still exist.
Where do I go from here? I’m never going to arrive.
