Travelling alone, even if occasionally, is the most precious gift you can give yourself. Most people won’t even consider the thought, and yet are unaware of the enormous benefits. Unless people find their own company very boring, in which case, that is and even bigger reason to do it
Coming out of 2016 feels like coming out of a battlefield. I suspect the feeling is shared by many others: the feeling of a warrior happy to have come out alive, and looking forward to, hoping for (perhaps naively) a less cruel and violent 2017. But at this point the scars and bruises of battle are still feeling heavy, and one feels there is a need to hide and nurture body and soul before facing the new year. How does one find joy again in this context?
Separating mere acquaintances from friends seems a relatively easy thing to do; but the question was how do we separate friends from real friends? This is not so obvious; we might be tricked into thinking that friends with whom we spend more time are the real friends; further thinking made me not so certain about this though.
Here is my 5-point formula for preparing from right now, for a much more engaged, healthy, and enjoyable old age. Old age should not be something that just happens to you and you take your chances on. It should be something you actively prepare for.
And yet, here I am in this partial retreat in the mountains, with all this quiet time to hear the inner voices, and this experience again of detachment and solitude, and one of the main ideas that keeps
popping up is, what might my life be like in my old age?
But there is something that I must admit to. The above argument is a rational one. Emotionally, I really do not want to see burkinis or even veiled women jumping in the water all dressed up when I’m on the beach anywhere, let alone on the beach in France! I really don’t. I admit, and I know this is not at all politically correct but I’ve never been politically correct, that this is an ugly sight to see on the beach. It might be an infringement on their rights to ban it, but it is also in infringement on my aesthetic rights to have to endure it. So what to do?
And yet there has always been this connection to the mountains, and this fantasy of living there and being in sync. But like all untested fantasies, one always runs the risk of reality not living up to the fantasy.
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