On days like this-- when it is bitter cold outside and the sky looks ominous and gray-- all I want to do is curl up and eat some soup. So I did. I had a really good bowl of torilla soup from the Creamery on 9th. After that, I decided to look at pictures of really beautiful places and make myself sick with jealousy over the fact that I wasn't there at that very moment. Here are some of the scapes I was living through.
And that's when I realized that wishing I was somewhere else would only bring me unhappiness. Because fantasizing and romanticizing a foreign place isn't going to change anything. So I got out of bed and went for a walk. And you know what happened? I found beauty in the place that I am at RIGHT NOW. The present was made beautiful, just because I was looking for it. Pretty cool.
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