Luckily there is something to hold on to, sometimes I got hold of life belts on the ocean of everyday life:
- someone who invites me to lunch (not spontaneously but well in advance)
- a song, which arouses some positive memories
- a trip to one of those old castle ruins (which fascinate me again and again)
- a good dinner in a quiet restaurant
- the fancy, but funny message at 6.00 AM
- the bus driver who has stopped halfway between the bus stops just so that I didn’t have to walk in the midday heat
- the walk in the woods, wading through the forest brook
All of these happenings do not change one damn thing in my life. It’s just the same “drifting in the ocean” (fig.). And it is dangerous. Everyone could be drowned in its heavy waters.
I still feel strained and anxious and fainthearted.
But good to know that there are happenings when I don’t need my auxiliary routines or “subroutines” to be functioning, moments, in which I don’t have to react or to respond immediately.
You know, these moments without expectations, moments, when you just receive something.