The Innocence Of Living.

The sun is perfectly warm, and I sit behind a tree to filter those surplus rays blinding my eyes. It's one of those days in which I leave everything behind me and decide to enjoy this random European city with its splendid calm and elegant simplicity. I realised today that no matter what a person has, it is only one blessing that matters most; the blessing of knowing your blessings, of enjoying every one of them like you are having it for the first time. It is the pure enjoyment of sipping some coffee at a local coffeeshop, of walking through your neighbourhood, of meeting a beautiful person, of feeling the orange-coloured warmth on your eyelids as you close them under the sun as if you are doing them for the first time, every time. It is teaching your self the innocence of living, like a child with amusement on his face as he walks his first steps. And the best thing of this all is that we still own the choice to live life this way, this is when routine dissapears and we become the beholders with beauty in their eyes.

Spirituality.

In my new room, a rectangular fairly spaced room with a wooden roof on top of my head and a bedlight on my side I lie, in a new trial of describing those beloved moments of spirituality in which I, with all naïveness of the romantic person I am, feel like having enough serenity and confidence to rule this world. I feel like the center of my universe is at my bed, that the universe is one, and one with all inside it. I feel like a man looking out of the window at a serene, calm and beautiful landscape of green mountains and a lake which reflects what he feels inside. He can also see all the other spiritual moments of love, happiness, sadness and longing which were provoked by a certain event, a prayer, reflection on life, a piece of music, reading a novel and imagining the landscape which the novelist sees infront of him while writing, being in the disarming presence of a beloved person or longing for him scattered before his eyes like tree leaves on a windy September morning. In these moments, I feel like I can sacrifice my very life for the beauty of this brief interlude.