I walked alone for hundreds of hours on many different beaches over the last few years. I didn’t listen to music or talk to anyone; I just walked in silence, watching nature and meditating.
There was a rhythm that I tuned into, a flow of life that was unmistakeable. We are part of that rhythm but we are so busy all of the time that we fail to notice it.
Birth, life, death. It’s pretty simple really. We come into the physical world, we have all of our hopes and dreams and expectations, we participate in life, and then we are gone.
Walking in cemeteries is another thing I like to do. When you live in a big city it can be the only truly quiet place that is available. It’s also a great place to reflect. Who were these people when they were alive? What were their stories? Did they have wonderful lives, or difficult ones?
We aren’t taught the joy of living when we are young. There are too many important things to learn, like fitting in, how to read and write, learning what your place is in life. The pursuit of joy is not a consideration for most of us.
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