The Past and the Future...good subjects to ponder...People can be so obsessed with either …I choose to ignore them both. There was nothing in my past that is worth holding onto, except perhaps, few memories, which have been stored away into the treasure box sentenced to the dusty faraway corner of my heart. It is always a risk to get dragged emotionally into unwanted past when give it a thought, and I prefer not to risk. Protective I have become...of me. Who else wouldn't, given the circumstances?
I have purposefully unlearned to think of the future, to plan it, to look forward or even to cast a glance its way. It proves to be unhelpful to have dreams about the future, they tend to fail just when you'd start to really believe they can come true. I have banned the future from the visits to my mind.
I respect the present. I nurture it and appreciate every single moment of it. The present is that only gift that nobody can take away from us.
I was just about to write my travel tales, when discovered that my son has written his version already. It is so good and to the point that I am now considering to use his story and do not bother with my own. (I wonder where he takes his writing talents from though ;-) LOL)
I've been a devoted user of the public transport for the last week: taking train to work, as the driving didn't look much alluring. I enjoyed the "training in", not as much the "training out", but the overall experience has been mostly positive. The mornings were crisp and fresh and in my little town with untreated roads the mornings are very much wintery. I walk to the station across a pristine white, leaving footprints etched into the frothy fabric of a path still unwalked by humans. I like the mornings more then evening return, in the morning people are pleasant, unaffected by the day's frustrations yet. Fellow travellers smile to me, they are quiet and content. Evening trains filled with the conversation hubbub, mobile chats and noisy commuters. It is interesting how in the evening one can sense the collective anxiety in the air, unsettled crowd, overloaded with the working day.
It's all seems to be settling down now. The public gradually comes to terms with the snow and learns to function to the best they can. A sense of normalcy is settling in on The Little Island