"There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub."
— Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Do you have a spot?
I have been searching for one for a while. Until I realised that I had one, all along. It's a spot on the floor, in my apartment. It's hard and uncomfortable. But it's comforting, somehow. I sit on it in the morning, cross-legged with my eyes closed, as a beam of light streams through the gap under the blinds. When I arrive home from work, exhausted, I'll lie down, stretched out as much as I can, trying to get loose and relaxed. It's a good spot.
That's the funny thing about finding things. (To be honest, I'm still in the process of learning this.) You don't find what you're looking for by intellectualising it. By writing it down or envisaging it, in its perfect form. You find it by doing. By living. By tinkering. And eventually, you come across it, by mistake. You often don't know you have found it until later, once you've forgotten what you were looking for in the first place. I think it's better that way. More messy, organic. And promising.