I sat down on the L, a guy in a long black wool coat stood in front of me. A cart full of strangers forces you to isolate yourself somehow and go into this deep space of your own solitude and thoughts. It also forces you to focus on specific matters/objects. The man in front of me had wrinkles on his coat, but only the lower half. The upper half of his coat was completely smooth and ironed. It causes me to think, was he sitting down in the previous train? This continued to fascinate me till my A-C-E transfer. I'm perplexed to see how when you silence something, you gain sight of something else. Focus is nice sometime in the busyness of new york and life in general.
In some eerie parallel, i have found myself very recently needing to silence a bad part of my life, so that i can gain sight of something better. There's something about that phrase of "sometimes you have to let go to move forward." forward is a good place to go. i could not of made a wiser choice.
wool coat to important life decisions. who would've ever thought.
Something else that caught my attention today, ever notice those plastic bags that always get caught in trees. I don't know why, but they always catch my attention and i feel like there's something to figure out about that. I still have yet to figure that out, but it makes me just stand and stare. I feel like there's so much character in that one lonely plastic bag blown about from the wind, but still manages to hold on to that leafless tree branch. That's character there. If plastic bags had soul, that would be human resilience.
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Congratualation for reaching this phase.
Focus brings fine-tuning. Silence brings in the full picture of things; including the missing part that were usually drowned out by other more obvious and busy stuff on the surface.
Discipline does not have to be boring or miserable. It reaps in other rewards like clear-mindednes, independence and inspirations.
I enjoy reading your insights. Keep it up. I was inspired.
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