Here I am sitting by my window nursing a sligthly laziness typical of a sunday morning, slowly sipping away my very strong black coffee and looking outside to all the rooftops and windows that this view allows me to see in my semi slow paced New York neighborhood. Its a cold damp grey day, the rain about to pour in.
Makes me thinking of how much I appreciate quietness and being able to listen only the wind gently blowing and watching this gorgeous tabby cat just walking around the edge of the rooftops with such an elegant movement and seeing so aloof inside his own existence. There he is clearly content of being away of maybe an annoying child trying to pet him or maybe some angry dude booing him away.
This somewhat mundane activity, if you can call doing nothing an activity, gives me this much pleasant and welcoming feeling of chosen solitude. Its wonderful to have this moments of stillness and being aware of what makes you tick . Appreciation for life itself and for have the ability to be consciously present in the moment, to enjoy those pocket of times to refresh your mind and your spirts, to keep in check our priorities and be glad of this self knowledge. I think those moments are essential to have a sane mind. Makes when you’re around others more enjoyable, makes you actually more selfless without feeling depleted. Brings me this somewhat reassuring feeling that no matter what unavoidable events may happen or what others may do to us, as hard as it can be at times, the serenity you can slowly develop within – this, nobody can take away if you don’t allow it.