From Oslo Mornings to Powerbanks: Embracing Long-Term Goals Amidst Life's Contradictions
Against the frigid 13°C backdrop of an Oslo morn, I find myself by the window of a train, gazing at the landscapes blurring past. A dreary prettiness that's accentuated by the complexities of life's wistful, heartrending symphony. The melancholic lilt playing on a loop in my head reminds me of the managing long-term goals, an idea which I can't seem to shake off.
Planning, discipline, tenacity - all noble acts of a tenacious spirit, stepping stones towards the bliss of achievement. Yet, as I sit here, the artificial gloom of the cabin around me, I perceive it as a tightrope walk, not fodder for 'how I made it large' stories. It's a journey compounded by heartbreaks, setback, and unseemly compromises.
Still, the key to manoeuvring this labyrinth lies in our approach. Goals could be like distant horizons on a helve of foggy uncertainties, or they may be milestones, dotting our life's journey, pushing us gently yet firmly towards fulfilment. Those somber musings on a mechanical beast racing towards the city bring me comfort, the acceptance of my place in the grand scheme.
Goals - long-term ones should be like the powerbanks we carry. Incredibly beneficial, they relieve the troubles of low battery life, providing potential sustenance to our devices. But beyond that, they are reminders of preparation. Their silent support is incredible, sheer power bundled in this amoebic piece of metal. So are our long-term goals, silently powering us, even when the world disconnects.
Yet, today, depression lingers. Each beat of my heart echoes heavy, like the solitary droplets of a persistent drizzle against my window. There’s an exhausting bleakness, a curtain drawn over life’s vibrancies and replaced with blue-gray hues. But every journey has a destination and this emotional trip has its own cure. I simply need to chart its course.
This morning, I happened to chanced upon a Norwegian news article about a helicopter accident involving the Iranian President. The details are peppered with conflicting accounts, a jumbled puzzle missing pieces, not unlike the lexicon of depression - confusing, intricate, and mind-bogglingly contradictory. Yet what's surprising is that we still try to piece together the story. Find the missing piece, make sense of the senseless, walk on the path strewn with uncertainties. Such is life, such are our long-term goals.
As I pen down my thoughts on this train ride to Oslo, I'm reminded that life isn't a collection of smooth transitions. There are roadblocks, detours and obstacles. You might lose yourself in that dense fog of hopelessness. Fear not, for powerbanks exist, and so do maps to guide you back on track.
Let your long-term goals be your personal powerbanks, comforting, empowering, and guiding you toward that faint glimmer at the end of a seemingly never-ending tunnel. For the essence of living isn’t in basking in the frigid clarity of an achieved moment, but in the tussle, the strive, and the restless pursuit of a distant dawn.
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Sparks in the Winter Sky: The Power of Female Leadership and Reliable Energy Sources
Good Morning,
As I sit on the train, making my daily commute from the outskirts to the heart of Oslo, I find myself bundled up, trying to ward off the chill of the 7°C restating morning. A steaming cup of coffee cradled in chilled fingers, I gaze out at the dull, cloud-covered sky that perfectly mirrors my current mood. I am undeniably downtrodden.
Driven by the need to shake this melancholy, I delve into my routinely partaken activity. My eyes scan through freshly published news articles online, seeking out information, stimulation, and inspiration for today’s blog post. Unfortunately, today's online journey took an unexpected detour. A particular article catches my attention, and the message imparted is both bizarre and disheartening: "Sorry, but I can't provide the information you're looking for because you have given a fragment of a HTML tag but no actual webpage content or URL." A web of confusion ensues.
Random as it might seem, this incident guides my thoughts towards something notably crucial - it resonates with the need for clarity and guidance, for reliable sources of light when navigating unknown territories. A firm assertion finds its way into my consciousness: the importance of having defined and established leadership role models, particularly of the female kind.
Drawing from the life lessons painted by these often-unseen heroines in their respective fields, their influence is no less significant. They are the guiding light, the torchbearers who illuminate paths obscured by confusion and tell us it's possible. Their leadership teaches us the courage in perseverance, even when the journeys are not as clearly marked or as easily navigated.
These female leaders have a way of morphing complex situations into manageable segments, each part addressed with unwavering dedication, much like powering a device with a power bank. Their ability to charge, energize and inspire is reminiscent of my trusty power bank, standing by me on long train journeys, ensuring I stay connected, informed, and productive.
I appreciate my power bank, much as I value the tremendous impact female role models play in my life. Where they nourish my mind and spirit, my power bank ensures I continue learning from them without interruption, breathing life into my electronic devices. Fighting against the draining power of constant use, it stands as a reliable source of support, making it possible for me to continue writing, learn and contribute on the go.
Females' leadership and power banks both can be seen as empowering, necessary tools in our lives. Inconspicuous, yet remarkably efficient and reliable. They fuel our endeavors, support us when we are near exhaustion, and keep us moving towards our goals.
Despite today's mood, there are lamps illuminating the path. They may not cast the brightest light or cover the longest distance, but they do guide us reliably through the immediate path, like little sparks in the winter sky.
Stay powered, stay inspired.
Till tomorrow's post.
From Oslo with Style: How Fashion Echoes Our Collective Resilience and Hope
As the sun casts a warm, peach-coloured glow against the Norwegian sky, I nestle myself into the comfort of my seat aboard the train rushing towards Oslo—a typical start to my days. With a lukewarm cup of coffee in hand and the temperature a comfortable 16°C outside, I find the environment perfect for stimulating my creative juices. And today's topic? Fashion trends. The world may seem shrouded in uncertainty, but my optimism is clad in a cosy jumper of familiarity as I delve into this subject.
Fashion, endlessly adaptable, has always been a mirror to the tectonic shifts in our society. A flick of a seamstress's wrist, the cut of a pattern, the draping of fabric and—voila!—an art form that changes with seasons and sentiment. Even as we face challenges, fashion continues to resonate, echo, and forecast our collective state of mind!
Take the current trends, for example. Comfort-fashion is all the rage these days—think oversized sweaters, loose trousers, and chunky trainers. And why not? In a time where we seek solace in our own spaces, our clothes become an extension of this cocoon, wrapping us in a plush armour of mere fabric against the outside world.
It’s about expressing our truth while prioritizing comfort—an ethos quite understandable given the context. The traditional borders between office wear and loungewear are blurring as we’re telecommuting more than ever and this seems an affirmation that fashion caters to the zeitgeist, bending and shaping itself to fit our life's narratives.
Let's not forget about the explosion of vibrant, kaleidoscopic colours on the runways and in our wardrobes. Colour-blocking pastels serve as an antidote to the grey clouds, patriotism sparks quirky interpretations of traditional patterns, and earthy greens tie us back to an increasing focus on sustainability. Here, I sense an undercurrent of optimism—a determination to face adversity with grace and style.
Interestingly, fashion's current obsession with the 90s and y2k aesthetics feels like another beacon of hope. The return of these vintage trends, from high-waisted denim to sneakers, isn’t just an adorable nod to nostalgia; it’s a silent yet powerful testament to the power of resilience. It’s fashion saying, “We’ve been here before. We'll get through this too.”
The world may be a carousel of confusion at times, but isn’t it heartening to see how fashion serves as a canvas on which we can paint our dreams and desires, our fears and frustrations? It reminds us that we are made of the same fabric woven with threads of love, empathy, and resilience... or in this case, cotton, linen and silk!
As I wrap up today's piece, we're almost in Oslo. I glimpse the city waking up and as with the popular fashion trends, I see determination, colour, and unprecedented resilience. Fashion delivers hope in couture, optimism in off-the-rack. Unpredictable as our journey may be, our ensembles will always mirror the beat of our shared hearts. Stay stylish!
To you reading this, no matter how your day is going, remember that like fashion, every day is a chance to express your style, your voice, and your optimism. So, put on that beanie or those sleek boots, write your amazing story, and don’t forget to pull it all off with a dazzling smile. Because, darling, you’re designed to shine! Until next time...
Life's Lessons amidst Nordic Skies: A Journey of Change, Growth and Authenticity
Every passing day, the train's rhythmic chug breathes a symphony into my eager ears, a soundtrack to the myriad of life lessons I have gleaned and continue uncovering. Today, I find myself thrilled to untangle the weave of wisdom threading through my journey so far, cable knitting a nest of understanding in my heart, beneath the expanse of the cloud-streaked Nordic sky.
I learned that change is as certain as the sun that invariably sifts its honey-coloured tendrils through my window each bright morn. It’s as unavoidable as my daily commute through Oslo's heart across the blooming landscapes, mirroring a Picasso in a perpetual state of creation. Witnessing the seasons rotate in a cyclic waltz, I understand that I, a simple observer, am also a canvas posed for change.
I'm beginning to discern that dreams blossom and wilt just like the flowers meticulously arranged on Norwegian window sills, stunning under the warmth of an 11°C day. So, what happens when a dream withers? Just as a flower does, it makes way for new growth, lending the soil of our souls rich with lessons and possibilities. As an aspiring journalist, this inspires me to embrace every spark of creativity with renewed vigour and childlike wonder.
Yet, within this euphoria, I've belatedly realised that life doesn’t come with an encapsulating headline. Life’s complexities could never be contained within a simple title, much like summarising the vast narrative web of the Internet with a single HTML code. One needs all the raw data to appreciate the full spectrum of its intricacies. It’s a fascinating comparison to the way I’m taught to précis my articles in journalism classes. Unequivocally, though, there is no précis to life – only a string of events, replete with hits and misses, triumphs and trials, creating an ever-evolving mosaic of experiences.
In this intimate confabulation with myself, I found that vulnerability, often seen as a weakness, is fuel for authenticity. Just as the rain uncovers the deep emerald beauty of the Norwegian woods, expressing our raw selves enriches the textures of our shared stories. And isn't that what journalism is about? To tell the story, the undiluted, unabridged human experience. To act as voices whispering truths of lives lived, heard over the mechanical heartbeat of printed words and digital characters.
Ah, life! A mesmerising blend of colourful lessons stirred into a whimsical potion of enlightenment, meant to be savoured in this delightful journey. Now, as the train breezes forward, across silver rivers threading through a quilt of snow and foliage, I sit back against my seat, my heart brimming with anticipation to soak in next chapters of my personal saga.
Painting Life with Vibrant Brush Strokes: The Indispensable Value of Creativity
Good Morning my lovely readers!
What a resplendent morning it is today, spangled with the warm 17°C summer sun and a pleasing breeze rushing past me. The train which carries me to the amazing city of Oslo, thrums delightfully beneath my seat, painting such an astonishing picture of the morning beauty as if it's a direct ode from nature itself. Today, I can't resist chatting about a topic that's as vibrant as the palette of this morning - the indispensable value of creativity and artistry in life.
As the train chuffs and chugs along the countryside, the verdant greens, opulent yellows and myriad other colours flit past the window, forming a rhythmic visual symphony. Just like these fluctuating hues, creativity is fluid, always wavering, always persevering, weaving tapestries of emotions. Ah! The breathtaking world of imagination! An elixir that brings about a powerful metamorphosis in our lives.
I’ve always been captivated by the quote, "Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time." How true, isn’t it? As a journalism student, seeking truth and presenting it in an engaging manner becomes our second nature. Not so different from an artist painting their truth on a canvas, right?
The role of creativity and art in life is like a compass guiding us through the maze of existence. Everywhere we look, every experience we have, every idea that wanders into our mind can be transformed into a timeless piece of art. Let’s celebrate art as a way of expressing our deepest selves, our unique perspectives. Let's rejoice in creativity as a tool of growth, empathy, and connection. It’s our universal language that bridges countless divides, allowing us to understand one another in ways words often fail.
Just a while ago, I read an inconclusive news article which provided an incomplete HTML code to generate a summary. Thanks to our human tendency to make sense out of chaos, I deduced that even such gibberish texts can ignite creativity! Each broken piece can be sewn together to form a harmonious and holistic pattern.
Embarking on a creative journey, absorbing art in every nook and cranny of existence, is like phoenix rising from ashes - constantly renewed and resplendent. Each one of us is an artist, a storyteller, adding strokes of creativity to the canvas of life, creating our unique masterpiece everyday. Let’s treasure this, let’s cherish it!
As the scenic countryside greens turn into the bustling cityscape, my heart dances with joy. A joy of being able to share this train of thoughts with you all. Let's not forget, we’re all artists of our own life. So, my dear readers, seize your brushes, pick up your chisel, find your rhythm, write your story! Make every day a masterpiece!
And so, with the train gliding into the heart of Oslo and my reflections now on these virtual pages, I'd like to leave you with this jubilant thought - let’s paint this world, our world, with the dazzling hues of creativity and the subtle strokes of art!
Until the next time, keep creating, keep revelling in the magic of artistry!
Fun fact: Your life is your canvas and you are the masterpiece. There's only one you. Paint your picture!
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Breaking the Code of Silence: A Journey Towards Mental Health Awareness
The slight frostiness of 17°C seeped in through the glass, while the world blurred past, and the train unflinchingly galloped towards Oslo. A cup of lukewarm coffee sat next to my laptop, sending out inviting tendrils of steam, trying in vain to compete with the warmth of the day unfolding outside. The somber mood nestled within the carriage held no traces of the buoyant temperatures outside. We, like many others commuting to our daily lives, carried an invisible weight, the weight of the silent battles we fight.
Today, I am compelled to shed light on a topic – mental health, a subject that's often swept under the carpet, largely misunderstood, and always underestimated.
Opening up another tab on my laptop, unable to shake off the lingering melancholy, I just read a news article which reflected the inconvenient truth of today's society – the code of silence around mental health. It was as if an invisible HTML code had masked the real issue, driving the elephant in the room further into oblivion.
We view the world through the lens of our minds, steering us through life's challenges and joys. When our mental health suffers, so does our worldview, painting our experiences in muted shades of gray. A continuous struggle ensues, often quietly, behind closed doors or even amidst bustling crowds. And yet, like the HTML code unrecognizable by most, it remains an unspoken language, unresolved and often undetected.
Our mental well-being is just as crucial as our physical health or perhaps even more so. Each day as we toil away, striving for success and excellence, we must not leave behind the health of our minds, the fortress of our thoughts. We need to break free from the chains of societal expectations and stigmatization that shackle us into silence.
Each soul we cross paths with is waging an unseen battle, masked by brave faces and seemingly content lives. Instead of turning a deaf ear, we must strive to listen to the hushed whispers pleading for help. We must learn to appreciate and acknowledge the plethora of emotions that constitute our extraordinary human existence. Each conversation, each shared smile or tear, serves to bridge the gaping chasm of misunderstanding and isolation.
As I look around the train carriage, my fellow commuters immersed in their thoughts, I fight an urge to remind each one of them, and perhaps you, dear readers, as well - it's okay not to be okay. It's okay to take a breather, to seek help, to share your feelings. We need to normalize conversations about our mental health, replace judgement with empathy, scorn with understanding.
While, for many, the chilly 17°C outside might seem less than desirable, it is also a reminder that even in the coldest of times, the sun unveils itself, thawing the frost and painting a picture of optimism. As I journey towards Oslo, towards another day of unexpected narratives and histories, I am filled with a renewed sense of hope that pervades even the heaviest moments of loss. Amidst our shared stories of grief and resilience, may we find strength. For, awareness is the first step towards change, and that, is an empowering thought.
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Unleashing Joy: The Heartwarming Journey of Pet Ownership
Hello, lovely people!
Leaning back in my comfy railway seat, sipping a latte, warm air of a 15°C morning fighting its way in through the slightly cracked window, I indulge myself in thoughts about something that gives us more than a thousandfold of what we invest - a pet.
Chuckles overwhelm me at recalling the sight of the neighbor's dog, a delightful creature that doesn't cease to amaze us with its devilishly cheeky antics. Just as humans care for each other, the same applies to our animal companions too! They enrich our lives, adding an element of joy that is simply undefinable. Yet, they look to us for protection, for comfort, for food. We essentially become their universe.
Having a pet is like nurturing a child - we must feed them, bathe them, invest time in their well-being, and make sure they’re duly vaccinated. Jacob Riis once wrote, “When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, the thing that remains is love.” Oh, how true it rings when you finally turn that key, open the door, and find a puppy jumping enthusiastically, wagging its tail in sheer jubilation - their simple way of saying, "I've been waiting for you all day!"
Pets can be our little confidants, and comforters too. Regardless of how shattering our day may have been, our pets have a magical way of turning our frowns upside down. Isn't it amazing how they lay their tiny heads on our lap and look into our eyes as if they understand everything, as if pouring silent words of solace into our troubled minds?
However, pet ownership isn't always rainbows and sunshine. Every little furball comes with its fair share of responsibilities. However, their affectionate purring, their playful dances, their constant companionship, makes every bit of effort worth it. Just like learning HTML tags for the first time, it may seem a bit overcomplicated at first. But soon you realize it is all about the details. The same applies to raising a pet, understanding their needs is one step towards responsible pet-hood!
I recently read an amusing news article where the author stated – “Sorry, your request is unclear. Providing an HTML tag won't allow me to give a summary of a page.” It made me chuckle, and I realized that's exactly what we do when we look at pets and their antics. We try to decipher them, translate them, to understand the coded language lying underneath their adorable actions.
The journey from a home to a pet's home is indeed an exhilarating one. By providing care, we are not merely ensuring their well-being, but simultaneously learning the art of selfless love, and compassion. Quite an enriching life-skills package, don’t you think?
With every sway of the train and every clickety-clack of the tracks, my thoughts circle back to our dear little domestic companions. Their innocence, their trust, their unconditional love is a constant reminder that we should value and care for these precious beings as they so freely and unconditionally do for us.
Here's to all the Ailurophiles, Cynophiles, and animal lovers. Keep the spirit of care alive, and cherish this joyful journey of pet-hood. Just remember, with each slobbery kiss and every furry cuddle, they’re saying a big "thank you" for making them part of your world.
Until the next clatter of keys and humming of thoughts amidst the humming of train tracks - chin up, smile on!
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Journey of Reflection: Discovering the Power of Yoga, Meditation and Silent Powerbanks Amidst a Chaotic World
As my breath fogs up the train window, streaking the chill-grey landscape outside, my thoughts turn to more introspective matters. A bland 15 degrees Celsius hovers outside - a perfect shroud for my musings, echoes of something both melancholy and interestingly profound.
The world still glows in the mellow hues of dawn as I thumb through a news article, an unexpected catalyst for this morning's blog post. "Sorry, but you didn't provide any HTML content or webpage for me to summarize. Could you please provide a link or the HTML content you wish to summarize?" it reads, underlining the state of disarray and chaos in today's digital realm. And yet, isn't that the perfect backdrop for reflection, for silence, for mindfulness? A lesson or two perhaps, from the ancient practices of yoga and meditation?
Before you roll your eyes at another diatribe on the same old topic, consider this. Have we not all been soaked through with the seemingly relentless downpour of stress and anxiety, especially in this year of our Lord? Yoga and meditation, often couched in the lexicon of the mystical East, are actually profound tools for our erratic western lives. There is a poisoned chalice beauty in this silent war each of us wage — our hearts crying out for a breather, a moment of peace, an island in the mid-ocean storm.
Embracing yoga is, for me, like reaching out to shake hands with destiny. A chance to take control of what we can, to breathe, stretch, understand. Hasn't our collective journey taught us anything if not the importance of body, our sacred temple? Yoga calls us to treat it with something more than grim determination; it is an invitation to delve deep, understand, respect.
That parallel universe of peace is further deepened through meditation. Month after month, we have had to confront a repellent version of reality. Uncertainty has marked our steps, and we have been left with a yearning, a thirst for something more. Meditation provides that chance; a still lake to set down roots of calm amidst a raging desert. It offers a space for us to reconcile with ourselves, to clear the cobwebs of our minds, to become aware.
Remember, this is not a quick-fix remedy, the fleeting panacea most of wish to find. This is a lifelong commitment, an invitation to a symphony of silence in a discordant world. It isn't easy, neither is it flashy. It is quiet, much like the powerbank that sits nestled in my bag.
Ah! The unsung hero of many a commute, numerous written pages and uncounted moments of my life. Silent and solid, it surges with promise, echoing its indispensable role with a patient hum. Life-saving, one might jest, but isn't it true? How often have we glanced at the ominous, single digit battery-life and cursed ourselves? With a powerbank, it's like an extended lifeline, a metaphorical olive branch on the dead branches of technology.
Though the greys of this somber morning might paint me morose, it is in these moments that I begin to understand. Life has a way of sneaking in lessons through the most unexpected of windows. Today, as I journey through quiet landscapes and quieter introspection, my blog becomes more than a meandering musing. It is an affirmation of life's truths, of yoga, of meditation, of silent powerbanks and louder thoughts. Just another day in the life of a student... alone in her reflections, yet so innately tied to the world outside.
Journey of Self-Discovery: A Train Ride into the Depths of Spirituality and Religion
As the muted morning light seeps in through the frost-dusted train windows, I find myself grappling with the amorphous labyrinth of thoughts straddling spirituality and religion. Outside is undoubtedly cold, the 13-degree chill a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil.
There's a certain melancholy that hangs in the air as my eyes drift over the Norwegian landscape, my mind embarking on a seemingly futile quest to decipher the nebulous lens through which human beings perceive the divine, or lack thereof.
For some individuals, the rigorous structure and communal aspect of religion offers solace, a sanctuary amidst life's inherent chaos. Religion, with its scriptures and rituals, it seems, offers definitive answers to existential questions that have been haunting humanity since the dawn of consciousness - the existence of God, the purpose of life, and life after death.
However, isn’t there something reductive about reducing a profound, multifaceted entity into rigid frameworks of religion? Isn't it akin to trying to capture a bird in flight, a sunset's ephemeral beauty, or the inexplicable power of a symphony within the confines of concrete words? There's a severe dissonance, a sense of creeping dissatisfaction.
As my train trudges through the serene Norweigian countryside, I find my attention unwittingly drawn towards spirituality - the loose, digestible cousin of religion. It is a path which encourages self-exploration and individual growth, promoting introspection and personal revelation over collective worship. Spirituality, in its essence, is a quest for understanding the self, the universe and our place within it. It is a journey towards awakening, awareness, and actualization.
While the concept of spirituality fosters a certain degree of liberty, it throws open the gates to a Pandora’s box filled with uncertainty, darkness, and unanswered questions. The lack of structure can be unsettling, and the void filled by concrete dogmas in religious practices, when left hollow, can indeed be vapid and distressing.
Pulling in my gaze from the frosted window, I find myself peering into my reflection, a mirror echoed with unending disquiet. I recall a line from a news article I just read, "Sorry, but without specific content from an HTML page, it's impossible to provide a summary in English." Just as an URL or HTML text is needed to summarise a page's contents, perhaps we, as humans, need the sanctity of faith and spirituality, despite their complexities, to provide meaning and structure to our lives.
Even though I write these words with a heavy heart, I recognize that my personal voyage to fathom the depths of spirituality and religion, irrespective of its trials, is a testament to the human spirit's relentless pursuit for understanding and the quest to give meaning to our existential ennui. And in this search, therein lies a thread of hope, a sliver of light piercing through my current unhappiness.
Finding Internal Peace in a Chaotic World: My Journey with Mindfulness and Meditation
The day stretches itself awake as the sun's feeble attempt at warmth provides seemingly no relief to the 10-degree chill outside. I glance at the tracks behind, disappearing in the haze, much like the thread of happiness in my life. A tarnished golden world, where grey and brown winter hues dominate, curbs down my enthusiasm and energy to focus. Yes, I am referring to my self-appointed duty - writing this daily blog.
Among my attempts to make sense and extract coherence out of life, I take solace in a pursuit often overlooked, or dismissed as pseudoscience - the practices of meditation and mindfulness. This is a realm separate from the material, where one isn’t seeking answers to mundane trivia veiled as news. You won't find any HTML codes here, only the rich script of inner peace.
Meditation and mindfulness practice won't give you the website URL to happiness or the informative content to summarize it. These practices are not a quick fix; they are a journey, a process, perhaps even a struggle, to discover and accept oneself amid the chaos underlined with a morose melody.
Meditation is more than just sitting abnormally still with eyes closed; it is an exploration of the deepest recesses of your consciousness. From my personal voyage, it feels like traversing through a murky abyss exposing the unfiltered, raw version of myself. It involves confronting thoughts buried beneath the strata of daily life’s distractions, acknowledging them, and letting them pass. Not the path of least resistance but the path that has led me to better emotional resilience.
Moving on to mindfulness, it may sound like a trendy catchphrase thrown around glibly, but it carries a profound existential punch when practiced right. Yes, it does involve being ‘present', but what people often forget is, it’s also about how we are present. We can be morosely present, allowing monotony and melancholy to eclipse our mental state, or we can consciously cultivate a presence that looks at every moment afresh, with non-judgmental curiosity.
The tracks outside the window have disappeared into the misty oblivion much like my gloom that stands dissolved, as my journey into mindfulness goes on. Sounds get drowned out, replaced by a comfortable, comforting silence. The sadness outside my window, the grey reality, is but a dull reflection of my inner world tinted by my perception.
So, as I travel down these tracks every day, fraught with academic trials and normal woes of life, meditation and mindfulness offer me a refuge. I don’t run instead, I process, I absorb, I let go.
Aedly, life doesn't dole out answers neat and tidy. The kaleidoscopic conundrum of existence cannot be outsourced to an exterior source rather must be pieced together from within. And therein lies the quiet power of mindfulness and meditation. It is a buoy that keeps me afloat in the turbulent sea that is life, even under a heavy sky and a 10-degree chill.
Surprisingly, I have found it liberating to drift in uncertainty, to slow down and notice. Because as I part the curtains of my inner theater, I am more forgiving of myself, less intimated by life's absurdities, and perhaps a tad happier. A thought to quietly meditate upon as I wrap up today's entry.
Echoing Melodies of Nature: A Train Journey Awakening the Need for an Environmental Reconnection
On the damp morning, with a comforting 16°C outside, my nose was pressed against the cold glass window pane of the train that relentlessly carried me to the heart of Oslo. My heart, however, remained outside, immersed in the ethereal beauty of the Norwegian landscape blurring past me. The chill stalked inside from the edges of my seat, condensing my breath on the glass, and my heart contracted against a certain mournful feeling of disconnect.
Nature, this morning, was a melancholic orchestra. The hues of greens, stitched with dark earthy tones, greeted my eyes as they clung onto every tree, every ripple on the water bodies, the gentle sway of the meadow under the slight brush of breeze. A symphony in motion, captured in fleeting glances from a moving train.
Yet the faint inkling of sadness stemmed from a realization to which many are blind, the painful truth that the love for nature that once was, is now buried under urban jungles of concrete. We, as a society, are increasingly distancing ourselves from nature's embrace, causing profound harm both to our planet and our own well-being.
I dream of a world where the love for nature isn't a holiday excursion, it's a way of life. Where every embrace of a tree's bark under your fingertips, every whisper of wind playing with your hair, every fragrance of the dew-kissed grass on a foggy morning, brings you closer to nature's nurturing heart. The primal love – simple, pure, ethereal. Because as much as we need nature, nature needs us too.
To stride forward in progress without forgetting the tendrils of roots grounding us, is a balance that seems all but forgotten. The ominous statistics, stark images of melting glaciers, and news of species dwindling to extinction are harsh reminders of our failure to maintain this equilibrium. Every beautiful bloom or bird song at dawn is not a privilege to be taken for granted but a gift to be treasured.
The forlorn melodies of nature that my heart echoes this morning are a plea, a call to action. It is time to rekindle the inherent love for nature we all carry. It's our duty to teach our young ones that caring for Mother Earth isn't just a task but an honor. Let's open the world’s eyes to the beauty of nature and the need to protect and cherish it.
I alight from the train with the sighing noises fading behind me, and the distant silhouettes still painting bittersweet yearnings in my heart. With every word I pen in this post, I aim to serve as a voice - a voice of nature, a voice of responsibility.
And just as the sun finally peeks above the horizon, I am filled with a hopeful melancholy, of shared love being the buoy to keep us afloat. So let's rise with the dawn, hand-in-hand, rooted deeply and reaching for the light, inculcating the love for nature — one heart at a time. For even the smallest of steps, the faintest of whispers raises a voice for nature loud and clear for the world to hear. Because, ultimately, our survival is intertwined with nature's flourish.
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