Sitting in a Quiet Room Alone

21 Jul

All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone. ~ Blaise Pascal

Time. How little we have of it. I only truly understood this a few days ago, when I realised that I only have four full days left in my ‘new’ home and in my ‘new’ life until a whole new phase will begin. With a month of travels just around the corner and a new job (or no job) waiting for me when I get back, it looks like this is the end of a small, but still significant era.

Half a year has gone by since I moved to my new country, yet I feel like I am only starting to settle in. The sudden realisation that I will be leaving soon made me realise that I don’t really want to leave. Is there any other place that I could love more than here? I found myself asking.

Yes, I love this new life. I love the plants on the balcony, the coffee in the morning, the magazines on the kitchen table, the notebooks on the bed, the wine in the evening, the silence, the trees around the house, the long car journeys, the siestas, the lazy afternoons, the spontaneous ideas for meals, the new-found pleasure for baking, the week-ends at the beach.

Simplicity.

The thing I love most about this new life, and the thing that scares me most about it. Simplicity is not something I was taught to ‘aim for’, simplicity is not a quality that I have heard a lot of praise about, simplicity has never been coined sexy. Simplicity must surely be like love – you don’t know what it is or how important it is until you experience it.

Freedom.

Nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to be. No one to impress, nothing to prove, no statements to make.

Time flies by. Life is never as we expect it.

In mid-June I jumped into the cool sea and couldn’t believe that a whole summer of sun and sea was waiting for me. A month later, and I have only been to the beach a few of times and I’m still as white as an Arctic fox. There are so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to be, gosh, even so many things I wanted to blog about, but somehow, time got there before me.

I did learn one thing though – how to ‘sit in a quiet room alone’. And that’s a lesson worth more than any amount of suntan, right?

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8 Responses to “Sitting in a Quiet Room Alone”

  1. Debby 22/07/2011 at 00:34 #

    I love your words. They are beautiful.

  2. healingandliving 22/07/2011 at 17:27 #

    Yes, it is. Moments of silence are important for everyone. Glad to hear your are loving life!

    • l0ve0utl0ud 04/08/2011 at 15:30 #

      Yes, silence is definitely a great teacher!

  3. tammyrowlandcoaching 25/07/2011 at 12:09 #

    Life has an interesting way of teaching us so much that we didn’t know we needed to learn. All we have to do is show up every day with curiosity in our heart and a willingness to just “be” in the moments of it.
    You have described many opportunities taken to just “be”, and the wonderfulness in them. To notice them, is truly a gift that many have not picked up, but as they do, they too will want many of them in their day.
    These moments come in the peace of our space and the quiet of our minds.

    • l0ve0utl0ud 04/08/2011 at 15:32 #

      You are absolutely right. There are so many things we didn’t think we needed to learn, yet which prove to be invaluable. Like simplicity and silence.

  4. merediiith 28/07/2011 at 15:13 #

    you described it beautifully.

    i missed your blog since i switched from wordpress to blogger.

    i went ahead and subscribed to you know through google.

    here is my new blog if you would like to do the same. http://merediiith.blogspot.com/

    • l0ve0utl0ud 04/08/2011 at 15:33 #

      I am very happy that you continue to read Love Out Loud despite switching to blogger! Thank you for your link, I will add you to my favourites.

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