Quietude
What makes for a peaceful life? For me, it is living without competition and expectations. In large cities, there's a certain sense of hurry that overtakes nearly everybody that lives there; a constant buzz, like a beehive. Bees working with other bees to serve their queen. What queen are we serving?
I prefer to live away from those energetically charged places. I rather choose to live amongst the trees and lakes where time paces differently. The oak is unbothered by your ambitions, it still grows slowly, always. I want to grow slowly too. There's nothing we must do, nowhere we must be and nobody we must become.
The people of the village wave and smile at you when you pass them. The acknowledgement of another being is something subtle and inconsequential to the city dweller, but it is quite real here. The space that is between one interaction and another is what makes those interactions interesting. In cities, there are no spaces between one individual interaction and another. We are constantly bombarded by other people's presence and thus no acknowledgement take place.
In the winter, we house sit our friends house in Canada and they live in a cul-de-sac — the last house on the right. It doesn't get any more peaceful of a spot than that. On the second floor of the house, there's a massive window that overlooks the lake and mountains. After several years of coming back here, this view is still a sight to behold, every time.
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