Someone very close to me sent me this short story. It's a personal account that when I read it, filled my heart. I loved it so much I thought you might like to read it too.
This particular day I went for a walk on the moors.
Let me start by saying this simple walk led me to stumble upon one of the most profound moments in my life. I was alone but far from lonely. To paint the picture. Conditions were far from what one may consider perfect but I didn't notice that. In fact with hindsight they were indeed perfect. The rain. The cold mist and dark eeriness of dusk setting in over the hills all added to the experience. My aim was to reach the top of a hill that ran parallel to a deep valley that had a small stream running through the centre of it before it became too dark. I have no idea why I set out to do this other than I felt a strange desire to be alone and outdoors.
At first when I reached the top of the hill I felt like my efforts had been in vain. A waste of time. A Silly idea. I think this disappointment stemmed from my pre conceived idea I was going to discover something of significance. Either a great landmark of beauty or better still some kind of enlightening moment where I felt I'd arrived. Neither of these were so. Or at least not until I sat. I sat to rest my legs and catch my breath. I began to notice my breathing. The cold filling my lungs was refreshing. I began scanning the shapes and silhouettes created on the hillsides by the setting sun. I could hear the stream running through the valley. I quite simply became aware of my senses. And by been ‘aware I was aware' was a strange experience. The realisation of just how much beauty surrounded me filled me with happiness. This fuelled my curiosity to walk and listen for subtle changes in the sounds as I walked, the wind often deafening me then the sharp contrast of pure silence as I found refuge behind large stones embedded in the hillside was exhilarating. Silence had never sounded so intense.
Suddenly my pre planned walk took a shape of its own. Filled with sights, sounds and feelings. I was no longer thinking of where to go in the same way I don't think to blink or think my heart to beat. And ironically I knew this is what I was doing. Which made it ever more amazing. I wandered for a few hours until it was too dark to see and so went back to my car soaking wet and freezing cold. But not in an inconvenienced way but in an ‘oh my fucking god I'm alive' kind of way. Even as I drove my car away with the heater on full I was fully in the moment enjoying the feeling of driving and the feeling of actually having sensation in my frozen fingers again.
I suppose what I am saying is – Don't look for the ideal conditions. Don't set out with absolute intentions. Be open to change. Be present in the moment. Let your senses be engulfed by the enormity of your surroundings and relish in all of it. Notice the extraordinary in the ordinary.
If you can do this. Every single day of your life can and will be a beautiful adventure.