As it turns out, I didn’t miss my Saturday outing after all. In fact, I spent two relaxing hours reading by the reservoir, enjoying the gentle afternoon breeze.It is on days like this that I begin to see things from a different perspective. The park no longer becomes a running track. It transforms into a haven for recuperation. I no longer feel frustrated and crippled by the injury, instead I see an opportunity to slow down and enjoy the peace and tranquility.
We often take life too seriously and fail to enjoy the little moments. When we are on vacation, we systematically march from one attraction to another in the limited time frame. We totally miss the point of traveling. What is the merit of traveling the world if we fail to immerse ourselves in a different culture, or soak in the ambience and experience life in a new environment?
This happens too often in our lives. We trudge through the years, working towards the ultimate ‘good life’. But what is a good life if we fail to enjoy the little pleasures along the way?
Don't pack your bags yet. We don't have to go anywhere. It all starts from within.
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