I went swimming yesterday evening for the first time in almost a year. I had a headache, i was tired, but i dragged myself there nonetheless. Iw as rewarded, it felt really good, and even though i am sore today i am really happy i went, i will go again. It seems to be a question of allowing oneself to actually go, and then flow with it.
Most people seem to take pictures only at their holidays, and at birthdays and when someone marries. That makes for an odd archive of your life, doesn't it? Likewise most news, and a huge portion of blogs focuses on accidents and large disasters. No, i don't think we should pretend there aren't problems, but this hung-uppedness of the tragedy of life makes for a very odd archive of our lives, doesn't it?
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