I think we all wish we could erase dark times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life's experiences would be a great mistake. — Leah Grotjohn
Friday, July 27, 2012 (DAYS 145 – 147)
The end of another week, yet you can hardly tell, because when the life that I am living causes me to become more aware of what it is that I am doing, and less about the life that I have left behind, the emotional awareness in the contentment that I feel daily is one of the great miracles that is now a part of who I was and who I grow into with each new experience that I acquire along the great path of life. It is with this nostalgia that I can place in a repertoire of the collective life lessons that I have gained through my time thus far in Central America that I am more appreciative of all that I can offer, in hopes of encouraging others to live life beyond the confinements of a fractured mental attitude toward a successful existence. This is not to be meant to be arrogant by any means, but for you to find the passion for life, if it has been lost in the quarrelsome mess that is often overlooked in the busy nature of routinely living a stressful complicated life, where happiness becomes less opportunistic, and a void in your life grows at an unexpected rate. Because, as I have always felt, it is the things that we experience in life that bring us to the person we are in this present moment, but change that which you can change without losing your soul in the process. Live to change lives when and where you can, and I promise you will be surprised at the results of your efforts. It is with the smallest of gestures, to the greatest of accomplishments that can open doors to fulfillment as your inner calling to be challenged–sitting not stagnant, but growing that makes us alive.
The relaxing pace of life at The Surfing Donkey causes time to be at a stand still, if it weren’t for the helpful reminder of things, I would feel as though each day is one that could be described as blissful–absent of specific events. This afternoon, however, I find myself swinging in a hammock as the Pacific breeze cools me in the heat all while watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics live. Reading earlier that an estimated one billion people around the world would be tuning in for the live worldwide event, I can be counted as one of them, swinging alone in my hammock without the confinement of a shirt or the presence of any other spectators, but soon I am lulled away by sleep, unable to wait three or more hours for the United States team to make their entrance. Apologies Team USA. I am almost certain I was unconscious while the countries beginning with A’s were still making their entrance and introductions, but fighting the opportunity for an afternoon siesta, my body made the decision for me. Sleep tends to be one luxury that comes with ease in a variety of positions and times of day.
The end of another week, yet you can hardly tell, because when the life that I am living causes me to become more aware of what it is that I am doing, and less about the life that I have left behind, the emotional awareness in the contentment that I feel daily is one of the great miracles that is now a part of who I was and who I grow into with each new experience that I acquire along the great path of life. It is with this nostalgia that I can place in a repertoire of the collective life lessons that I have gained through my time thus far in Central America that I am more appreciative of all that I can offer, in hopes of encouraging others to live life beyond the confinements of a fractured mental attitude toward a successful existence. This is not to be meant to be arrogant by any means, but for you to find the passion for life, if it has been lost in the quarrelsome mess that is often overlooked in the busy nature of routinely living a stressful complicated life, where happiness becomes less opportunistic, and a void in your life grows at an unexpected rate. Because, as I have always felt, it is the things that we experience in life that bring us to the person we are in this present moment, but change that which you can change without losing your soul in the process. Live to change lives when and where you can, and I promise you will be surprised at the results of your efforts. It is with the smallest of gestures, to the greatest of accomplishments that can open doors to fulfillment as your inner calling to be challenged–sitting not stagnant, but growing that makes us alive.
The relaxing pace of life at The Surfing Donkey causes time to be at a stand still, if it weren’t for the helpful reminder of things, I would feel as though each day is one that could be described as blissful–absent of specific events. This afternoon, however, I find myself swinging in a hammock as the Pacific breeze cools me in the heat all while watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics live. Reading earlier that an estimated one billion people around the world would be tuning in for the live worldwide event, I can be counted as one of them, swinging alone in my hammock without the confinement of a shirt or the presence of any other spectators, but soon I am lulled away by sleep, unable to wait three or more hours for the United States team to make their entrance. Apologies Team USA. I am almost certain I was unconscious while the countries beginning with A’s were still making their entrance and introductions, but fighting the opportunity for an afternoon siesta, my body made the decision for me. Sleep tends to be one luxury that comes with ease in a variety of positions and times of day.
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