A person is happy when s/he does not even feel whether time is passing fast or slow.
This week I feel an increasing sense of an awareness of time. It's not great.
Every day I'm so conscious of when my body naturally wakes up, My alarms tell me when I need to get ready to leave for the train. When I'm on the train, I count which day of the week this is. When I arrive at the station, I look at the time to see how late the train was. When I get to work, I count the clock towards midday. When it's 12pm - midday - i stand up and go get myself a feed. When it's Wednesday, I'm glad it's hump day. When it's 4pm, I shut everything down and I get out of the office. When I get home, I make myself some food and feed my hungry belly. When it's 9:30 or 10:00. I take myself to bed. Tired anyway. When it's Thursday, I count 2 more days till the weekend. When I get home on Friday, I think, "Finally it's the weekend." I hate it. I don't prefer this extreme awareness of time.
When traveling,
my sense of time consists of: Wow...it's sunrise! & I'm starving, must get something to eat. & Wow...almost sunset...Where can I go to watch it. & It's getting dark, should I go see the city lights or take some night photography & hit the sack?
Life is simple.
Life feels fuller and longer. That's just it. When traveling, I don't know or care what day of the week it is, what time of the day it is. Time is incredibly irrelevant unless I'm catching the train or a flight to go somewhere. When traveling, every day feels more amazing, more full of memories, each day is lived longer, and more.
Moreover,
time freezes in specific moments, slows down, and stretches out in your consciousness. Though clock may be ticking, but it's got nothing to do with me. Moments become years of memories for the future. Peace and happiness fill my heart with elation. Nothing else matters. Nothing. Not even my life at home, not even my puppy. It is just me and there and then. Nothing else comes in to the moment but what I see, where I am, and the joy I feel.
1 of the happiest moments and most fulfilled hours of my trip
was when I didn't take my camera with me. I don't know why it's always when the camera isn't on me, but it just is like that sometimes. It happens to be that way. This place in Luxembourg City was the 1st place I went, and the last place I went again just to remember it. I was so happy when I arrived there on my 1st day, and I was so incredibly fulfilled and so bloody grateful when I saw this amazing sight under the moonlight on my final night. It was not like time stopped or anything, but it just became time immemorial. I cannot tell you how happy I was when I first came to this spot. There was No one. The entire place was mine. It was incredible because before this, I was in extremely touristy Belgium. It's almost impossible to find a place you can enjoy alone, except down quiet streets in Bruges of all places. To finally be able to be alone ​and enjoy an eyeful of castle-like city that Luxembourg is was incredibly elating. I was joyous. My heart could burst from happiness.
I fell immediately in love with Luxembourg City.
After I'd been to the Grund, walk all around the lower city, and back up to overlook the Grund from the top, I was certain: this place is it. I could live here for sure. It's like Wellington but 100,000x more historic and gorgeous. I absolutely loved it there.
And then you have what's prided as - Fiji time.
Where you literally may lose the sense of time and everything is just as delayed as it possibly can. No hurry, no rush. Everything is late anyway, why you worry about it. Just relax. Discard all your chaos and rushing mindset.
That's the life I want to live.
Where days are nothing but sunrise...sunset... and the in-between. Comments are closed.
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