On the roads in european cities (pt 1)

“There are certain reasons why you gravitate around certain things, a few certain kinds of people. But if one wishes to learn more about herself, she needs to challenge her limited self out of its comfort zone and make the harder choice over easier options in spite of her first habitual reactions.”

Those were the thoughts. As I was walking on the strange handsome streets of Europe, under the delightful domes of autumnal-colored trees, these random musings rushed through my mind one after another. Traveling turned out not to be moving from one place to another. Everywhere I go these days, I feel in the hiding, in this mental nook where I can quietly chew on my being and let my thoughts go free and slow without external nor internal disruptions. Or at least so I hope.

“What is the grace of being?” That popped in my mind, I think, when I was standing on the ground of one of these european cities and reduced to a humble beholder, breath taken away by tremendously graceful sights of natural and manmade grandeur. Paris, Barcelona, Bruges, Santorini, it does not matter. I just want to keep moving to know the world extends to endless horizon, and I am small, and aspiring to love and to do it good.

Here is a note from Santorini: “Gone is all the glory and magnificence of the sunset over Mediterranean Sea. Tomorrow it will come back. Yet tomorrow perhaps I won’t be here.”