robert smith

I was wearing an old Cure t-shirt the other day and stopped in at my neighbourhood coffee shop. Ran into A2's kindergarten teacher who looked at my t-shirt and then told me all about the year she spent living and working in England. She worked at a grocery store where Robert and Mary used to come in weekly to buy their food; she said they were always so friendly and cute together. The world just keeps getting smaller and smaller. I think back to when I was a teenager and the how the world seemed unconquerably huge. How all the way across the ocean the sounds and culture of the music I loved seemed unreachable and a world away. It haunted me, it motivated me, it propelled me. What is it like, I wonder, to grow up in this age of accessibility? Nothing is further than a click away.

I'm delving into Japanese aesthetics and Buddhism lately. My mind is primed for any type of meditative philosophising and running 8 hours per week now (that's 75 km's!) gives me more than enough time to think about the concepts and ideals. I like where my mind is going. Gratitude, grace, humility, respect and love. Every day is a gift and I will never waste these gifts again.