Sometimes life requires a big, deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Slow, deep and sure.
Sometimes I wonder why we live in such a crazy, high speed, frenetic pace. Where are we running to anyway?
Why don’t we stop to take a breath and enjoy the fresh fragrance of summer flowers?
Why can’t we stop and just sit. Think. Reflect. Love. Laugh. Smile. And breathe?
I often feel the deep, nagging push of American-style life when I return home from a trip abroad. I often muse at all the things I miss about life in a simpler, less hurried place. I miss waking up and listening to the birds or watching the sunset and smelling the fragrance of the air. To starting the day without a plan or map. To simply being and existing in the moment.
Perhaps that is why we crave to travel? A way to break from the mundane routine. A way to challenge oneself by doing, seeing and learning new things. A break to stop and just be still. To think. To marvel. And to reflect on what a miraculous thing we have, to simply be alive.
