sonder and the beauty of doing nothing
Some of my fondest memories are incredibly mundane. Sitting under a tree in my old hometown. Getting a slice of pizza with my mom. Looking out of the window at 1am and watching the streetlights. I think those mundane moments can often turn out to be the most beautiful. In a culture obsessed with efficiency, replacing everything fun in your life with yet more work, it's important to get ourselves to slow down and admire those small things, i think.
Truth be told, I'm no expert at that.
Especially now that I'm living in a bigger city, those quiet moments are few and far between. I have too much stuff going on. It's hard to appreciate the mundane when everything is moving so fast. Not that that's an excuse, to be fair. You can always make time.
I think it's telling that one of my fondest memories of my time in Japan wasn't my first trip there where i went exploring Tokyo, seeing the huge gundam statue, going to the various shrines - it was my second trip there: simply existing in the countryside with a guest family. Just... Waking up, knowing i had nothing to worry about. Walking through the streets of this quiet, rural japanese town in the middle of nowhere. It was incredible. Absolutely nothing of note happened on that holiday. I could fit all of it on the back of a napkin. It was the best holiday I'd ever had. The only time in a while I'd felt truly relaxed. I would wake up, go to language school, go to a restaurant and then go home. Sometimes i would go to the arcade. That was about it.
I think we don't give the mundane moments enough attention. To be fair, it's debatable how mundane a holiday in Japan really is, but you get my point. I just wanted to include that part because it was genuinely the most relaxed I've ever felt.
Anyways. Maybe I'll add a picture here if i can find a good one on my camera roll.
Yeah, that's nice.