A Nice Walk

Today I ate lunch with a little bit of haste. The haste was to ensure I had ample time to smell the roses as I went on an afternoon walk. It is a beautiful mid 70s day here in downtown Los Angeles, and it would be a  waste to spend the whole waking day indoors. So I meandered on down to a little local park on the campus of some small trade school about six blocks away. Water cup in hand, I was in no rush. After the roughly ten minute walk I found myself a bench to sit down and just watch the people walk by. It was comforting to notice that I wasn't the only office dweller who had experienced a similar inspiration while click-clacking away at my computer screen. I wondered to myself, how many different responsibilities did each of us have - yet we all yearned for the enjoyment of a simple late spring day and the feel of sun on our face. We all knew that in short order we would be back inside - staring at the outdoors of our window (those of us luckily enough to have a view to the outside world). There were no revelations reached by any of this cohort. Rather, just an appreciation of what is here and now. At most, one would acknowledge that they'd wish they were able to enjoy more of this sort of excursion - but we stop short at any real effort to bring this to fruition. I took a brief nap and further escaped the world that I know so well inside my office. A dream within a dream, if you will. And then I was awoken from them both and am here back in the office doing things that aren't as rewarding, but that fulfill a tangible role in life. One that allows me to experience the joys of a more existential journey.


It is often said, if it wasn't for the rainy days - we wouldn't appreciate the sunny ones.