I’m on the road. On my bike. Testing the waters of living with nothing much. Heaven, a water stop. Each day coming at me, so new, unregulated, fresh, natural, fate full, as it is meant to be.
The bike is running well. I’m on the road. My mind is elsewhere. Perhaps, for me, like Kundera’s Jaromil, “life is elsewhere”.
I do think we get too settled in our ways, to really see the world as it is. We need to force the unpredictable, the random into our lives, so divorced we are from the natural world and living in predictability. And isn’t this the true definition of the “modern”, a world where everything is predictable, built to order, scheduled, and fashioned to our needs, without contingency?
So I will start living not for the sake of controlling what comes my way. I will start living for the beauty of that which I cannot control.
I slipped, then I saw - Malcolm Muggeridge
More “new”s soon.