An incomparable gift. | 67/100

I’m sitting next to a barbecue. The coals are slowly heating up and the sun is on my face. I’m content.

This trip to Sweden has been such an incredible opportunity to take a break from the hustle and bustle, the sheer intensity, of work or studies. And yet I’ve been so busy: reading, exercising, socialising. So what is this a break from, exactly?

Travelling is an opportunity to break routines. To taste life. It helps shatter the sense of ‘sameness’ that can easily take over our lives.

As I sit here, writing, thinking, breathing, I realise how lucky I am just to be alive. Oliver Sacks writes beautifully on the topic of life (as he faced his own impending death):

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.
Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

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