...or is it?
A moment so fast- life, so
precious in time, it’s rather easy to overlook the simplicity in essence.
Caught up living so entwined
within ourselves, our priorities, our work, our lives. The vast
majority of us almost seem to be living in a bubble, one of which particularly
is on a level that is insusceptible to bursting and often times blind to the
beauty of its surroundings.
Life becomes comfortable.
It’s what we want- that comfort, a sense of home, belonging. And
though this, by no means is wrong, it’s moments when we break free of routine
that allow us to completely venture off to the unknown, ultimately filling a
void that has yet to even be recognized until it is fulfilled.
In a rather unpretentious place
encompassed by nothing more than the glistening drops of the Mediterranean Sea,
lies a fascinating small town called Sète... a swirl of constant movement, the
streets, ports and canals are filled with life- sea life. The sea, one with humanity, whose very
essence cannot be overlooked. Peaceful and gleaming or turbulent and raging,
the very emotions within all.
Brilliant.
If there's one thing I've
learned, it's the little things we sometimes forget to appreciate,
forget to enjoy... [such as] a meal. Taking time to fully taste,
savor, relish every bite, every sip, can make your munch that much
more.
From beaches,
harbors, street lined palm trees and breathtaking sunsets, to cruising
coasts, getting lost wandering random roads and standing on what feels like the
top of the world, one can truly imagine, or better yet, acknowledge and
understand the magnificence of the world around us,
within
us.
One thing I know for certain,
nothing enhances your life more than travel… if an opportunity arises, don’t
let it pass you by. If it doesn’t, make a plan and set free. That
day will make you better.
Sète, France
.
I miss you
