She was Anouk
Tranquility
11/52
Sometimes you can find tranquility in an empty dark room. Sometimes even in the rush of a city. For me most times tranquility is not found in a place, but within a mindset. Yet to have that awareness of your whole existence can become so overwhelmingly pure by surrounding yourself with nature, and emptiness and wildness - and that purity can bring you so much closer to yourself.
Most times we just forget to take breaks. To just pause. To just let go of things that poison our hearts without we even noticing them. It's not only people or circumstances that can be toxic - sometimes that toxicity comes from within.
We empty our sorrows in cyclic behaviours. We start closing doors to simple things as if we could go by without them. Books pile up in a corner, we barely find time to discover new music or art, the repeat button never ceases to be on in every task we fulfil everyday. And we disconnect from each other and ourselves, more and more. Time is unforgiving.
And when appreciation survives those empty, repetitive days, we suddenly rediscover joy in small things. A paper we drew on while daydreaming about traveling somewhere new, the way a boiled egg is still soft in the middle and bathes the food underneath it, the melody of a song we haven't heard in years, the smile of a stranger in the middle of the street on a very rainy day. Or the joy of reuniting with friends we haven't seen for a while.
Everything is pure beauty. We just forget to check into tranquility and take that time to be appreciative. To become full within once again, and notice the universes in us.
I have no words to what forests, mountains and snow mean to me. If I could sing the song my heart sings when I touch snow, or I see snow covered mountains, and no matter how alone I am, I am then unable to feel loneliness, I would. I would sing all of the songs, because happiness would then be almost as palpable as I am free when in the wilderness.
Tranquility
11/52
Sometimes you can find tranquility in an empty dark room. Sometimes even in the rush of a city. For me most times tranquility is not found in a place, but within a mindset. Yet to have that awareness of your whole existence can become so overwhelmingly pure by surrounding yourself with nature, and emptiness and wildness - and that purity can bring you so much closer to yourself.
Most times we just forget to take breaks. To just pause. To just let go of things that poison our hearts without we even noticing them. It's not only people or circumstances that can be toxic - sometimes that toxicity comes from within.
We empty our sorrows in cyclic behaviours. We start closing doors to simple things as if we could go by without them. Books pile up in a corner, we barely find time to discover new music or art, the repeat button never ceases to be on in every task we fulfil everyday. And we disconnect from each other and ourselves, more and more. Time is unforgiving.
And when appreciation survives those empty, repetitive days, we suddenly rediscover joy in small things. A paper we drew on while daydreaming about traveling somewhere new, the way a boiled egg is still soft in the middle and bathes the food underneath it, the melody of a song we haven't heard in years, the smile of a stranger in the middle of the street on a very rainy day. Or the joy of reuniting with friends we haven't seen for a while.
Everything is pure beauty. We just forget to check into tranquility and take that time to be appreciative. To become full within once again, and notice the universes in us.
I have no words to what forests, mountains and snow mean to me. If I could sing the song my heart sings when I touch snow, or I see snow covered mountains, and no matter how alone I am, I am then unable to feel loneliness, I would. I would sing all of the songs, because happiness would then be almost as palpable as I am free when in the wilderness.