Over the years I have learnt that I am very old style. Sometimes I feel I would rightly fit in a farmer’s market, time-lapsed backwards to 1950s. That is what I seem to find joy in. Every new place I visit makes me wonder what it must have looked and felt like years before. These paths have been treaded by so many people over the years, each a story, each a hero in their time. A time when life was slower and alive with people interacting more. A place where everyone knew everyone else because they took the time to do so, to care and to greet one another. A place with warmth and spirit without a phone in their palms to bend their necks down to.I miss the days we wrote letters to our best friends and family. I miss having to hold a pen, to think, to carefully choose my words. To spend the effort and time, to “feel” everything we communicated to them. I don’t even know what my handwriting looks like anymore, do you? I miss remembering phone numbers of our loved ones far away. Yes, life is “easier” now than it was before. It’s an irony – we have everything we need to stay connected now, a lot of us even have access to fly anywhere in the world, but how “connected” are we? The voice and emotion hiding behind those text messages, how real are they? It was much more organic back then, don’t you think? I cannot begin to imagine arriving into this world in today’s generation and missing out on the slow and gadget free childhood we had. I do hope the world is getting somewhere with all this fast paced lifestyle, but we’re on a one way road now. We feel we are in a constant race because, well, we are. Everything is a race – education, work, family, even holidays. The streets in the city I live in refuses to slow down, people want to rush everywhere – to the market, to the subway, to walk their dog. Why? And with so much rushing we still complain we have no time. Then why rush at all? If there is one thing we all have in common its that : we-have-no-time. And it makes me wonder sometimes, what would we do if we had that time we complained we didn’t have? Go on a holiday, relax, slow down..?
I keep thinking about this sometimes. Some of it I share here, some of it remains with me. It’s a conscious effort I take to remind myself everyday: To put my phone away and look around every time I step outside, go for walks. To see people’s faces. Observe. Give my heart and mind the time and space to absorb things around me. To make new friends. To be present. Moments like these are so precious to lose, to never know what it feels like again.
We had a very pleasant Sunday. I am grateful for today. For a peaceful morning breakfast in a laid back cozy coffee shop; the morning summer sunlight filling up the space in abundance with a generous doze of warmth and glow. For the light vegan breakfast with a mix of cut fruits, coconut curd and cashew butter and for the delicious and cute pancakes S shared with me. Grateful for the refreshing walk in the neighborhood on the way back home to get our bikes to go cycling and for the most beautiful bike ride I ever had, along the Hudson river in Riverside Park. It was breezy and my heart was full. We cycled along the river beneath a canopy of trees lining the roads. After about 6 miles, we arrived at the foot of a tiny pink lighthouse beneath the George Washington bridge, S explained it as one of the important landmarks that is also the first sight you see when entering the state of New York. We found a spot to sit on the bed of rocks and under the shades of the trees. We listened to the subtle waves crashing, and wondered about the logs of wood that came floating by every once in a while. We did some fresh grocery shopping in Fairway, we planned it well and was easy to take it all home since my bike had a basket. I am grateful for today, for this beautiful summer day.