If you don’t make to your self a series of questions in any situation in your life, you don’t know what is to live with an accelerated mind.
Here’s an example: I’m walking down the street and I see a person walking directly towards me without any indication that he will move aside so we don’t bump into each other. In that precise moment comes to my mind, among other ideas, these:
- Why he doesn’t move to the left?
- Maybe he doesn’t drive a car?
- Maybe he doesn’t know the general rules of transit on this side of the world?
- Maybe he does, but seems like he’s looking for something because he’s looking to his left (my right) and he hasn’t noticed we are about to bump each other. Maybe he’s not used to walk in the street.
- Looks like he had some breakfast at a SB considering his coffee and bag.
Of course all these happens in a fraction of a second, between the moment I’m taking my back foot of the ground and start changing my weight into the other foot and I’m thinking wether I should keep walking straight or move aside to avoid the person.
Why the brain works like that? I have no idea. Sometimes is fun, sometimes it does not let me focus on what I have to do and some other times it makes me laugh.
Now, consider that this happens all the time, at any given moment and place, even when I’m about to sleep –thus taking me about 30-40 minutes to fall asleep– or right after I just opened my eyes in the morning.
So, to me my inner peace is an elusive treasure on a daily basis. I generally manage to get it reading the Bible, studying something related to it, watching a movie or doing anything related with bicycles: either doing some adjusting, washing it or just riding it.
I remember I was told once: you always ruins the jokes because you think too much, and in that precise moment I started thinking: is it too bad to think too much? I guess I didn’t understand the point of I was just told ?♂️
That’s why some part of me asks for solitude, for being quiet, the simple things of life and at certain point some sort of a routine that restrict my self into thinking on all sorts of things. It is also a way to keep my 10% of OCD at bay because even the cutlery needs to be aligned before eating, or my keyboard has to be perfectly parallel to my desks’s edge, with the right distance to my coffee cup, the mat for the keyboard and whatever is around. And you don’t want me to tell you about the day I took a sheet of paper to check that some UI element in a webpage was misaligned by 1 pixel.
That’s why in place like these, where the nature just makes me wonder less things because I cannot answer them, is one of the places where I feel peace.
How can nature be so beautiful? How more beautiful was the Garden of Eden? How more beautiful will the new Jerusalem will be?
While the time to answer those questions arrives, I’ll keep enjoying of my inner peace.
