Writers, by their nature, observe,
notice, and process life. That is the conventional view. But what happens when
the accelerated is pressed to the floorboard, and life becomes a blur. How well
can we observe and make sense of the jumbled motion?
Life in Bangkok flies by at warp
speed. One sanctuary is a park off Sukhumvit Road. A place of peace and
contemplation located deep inside the boiling pot of daily distractions.
Everyone is looking for meaning and most are looking for it in the wrong place.
The destination isnít so much a place for the state of mind a place
I came across this group at
Benjasin Park. It was nearly dusk. I had a dinner appointment. But I surprised
myself by stopping and parking myself on the park bench. As the light faded, I
watched their grace of movement; something in the scene made me think about my
unmindful state as I drift through the day. No more aware than a cloud,
incapable of experiencing and processing what I am doing as I do it. Instead, my
distracted mind runs fragments as if a half dozen movies are playing on the same
Just watching the movement of these
people, listening to the music, was enough to bring back an awareness of how
much I give up by rushing through life as if there is a prize for crossing the
finish line first. The ten minutes reconnected me to myself.
Have you thought of spending ten
minutes to reconnect with yourself?Think about