That is a good feeling.
Yesterday, I was sitting on a bench in the middle of a mangrove listening to a talk on my ipod about patience, taking in the salty air and watching tiny crabs burrow into soft mud, my back warmed by dappled sunlight. It was glorious. Until a pack of tourists came past hoisting cameras to their faces, smoking cigarettes, swigging from cans and chattering away about something I couldn't understand.
I felt kind of violated. Well I felt like the moment had been violated. And then I realised that I didn't own the mangrove, or the moment. And then I realised that if anyone were to look at my life from a distance, I would look like a sweaty tourist, ambling through life carelessly, mindlessly destroying what's good and generous about the world and the people in it. And then I was thankful for the tourists.
2 comments:
was there a moment of serendipity in the mangrove?
Yes, serendipity my old friend was there.
So was irony... listening to a talk on patience while being impatient!
Do i know you anonymous?
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