I was home in Belgium for the weekend. It rushed by. It seems like it was just a few moments ago, I packed hastily to catch my plane to Brussels, and now I arrive back in an empty apartment.
The weekend rushed by. The past weeks rushed by. The past year rushed by.
I grasp for air trying to keep up with the pace of life. Always wondering if I make the right choices. For my loved ones. For the people around me. But also for the work I do, and for myself.
Am I making the most of life? Am I enticing the positive change I would want to make? Am I making the most of the qualities I have? Or am I standing still and is life just rushing by? With little time to enjoy?
And still the joy is often so intense I could almost touch it. Counting blessings also takes time. Time that flies.
Peter. Flemish, European, aid worker, expeditioner, sailor, traveller, husband, father, friend, nutcase. Not necessarily in that order. (
Isaac Newton once said, “I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
just make sure you keep diving into the waters, and it will have been a life worth living!
gong hei fatt choy, as we now enter the year of the ox
How appropriate that saying is, Pumuckl. Thank you!
Gong hei fatt choy too you too!
P.