Monday 2 September 2019

The bench

I am on a holiday in the Black Forest.
Yesterday we made a long walk.
A long walk until my feet hurt, until my legs were really tired.
There were not a lot of benches along the way.
But when a bench appeared in a distance, I knew, I had to stop for a while
just to let my muscles restore for a short while, to let my heart take a bit of extra oxygen.

While my frequent "pit stops" were like a bit of an embarrassment in front of my much fitter and trained family members who had also joined the walk, now I reflected for awhile and became aware that these small stops were the moments of the walk that were most enjoyable part of the walk.

They gave us all some time to truly sit and enjoy to the fullest, the beauty of the surrounding, to truly connect with my family members. Often we tend to get engulfed by the desire to reach the finish,
to prove our own fitness and set down a reasonable time to finish our walk/trip.
If we manage to forget about the performance measures surrounding the walk,
and manage to turn the walk into an adventure to inhale inhale the beauty of the surroundings, it becomes a bit more leisurely, a bit more truly exploring, a bit more memorable, a bit more... It ads a bit to the experience, a bit that is difficult to fully name. 

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