I thought about when I couldn’t think of anything while walking.
While walking, even walking quickly, nothing comes to mind. My brain is very relaxed. Except for the occasional coldness in my fingers, everything is quite nice. My head is empty, there are no ideas, and you feel your breath. Now and then, you look around to see if there are any dogs 🙂 That’s all.
In my old job, I used to commute by shuttle bus, and the journey took about 40 minutes. I would design many projects and come up with many new ideas then. And also on train journeys. Looking out the window, time seems to fly by as you go from one place to another. In winter, there are fewer interesting things to do outside, foggy, cold weather, and fewer people. A stillness that comes with winter. What interests me are actually the ideas I focus on outside of train journeys. I would refresh many ideas, hoping that one day they would become a reality. On train journeys, if the journey is during the day, there are mountains, streams, endless fields… so much to see and experience. But if the journey is at night, then there’s little sleep, little dozing off.
Before, I used to stress a lot about having an idea, but now I’m looking at the concrete steps needed for it to happen. Even though I’m getting older, a person should have a purpose until their last breath… not for earning or consuming a lot, but for peace…
I want to go on journeys again. I’m very upset and unproductive. However, I don’t want to walk.
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