Dit is geluk

Ik denk dat alle mogelijke dingen over geluk al wel gezegd zijn. Dat het een reis is en geen bestemming, dat je er niet naar op zoek moet gaan, dat je pas weet dat je gelukkig was als je down bent, etcetera. Ik kan daar niet veel aan toevoegen. Wel kan ik simpelweg delen wat mij gelukkig maakt. Dan zal ik deze post regelmatig bekijken om mezelf er aan te helpen herinneren dat ik, hoewel ik door dat pure gevoel van geluk altijd overvallen word, mijn stemming wel degelijk in de hand heb.
Here we go. En selectie uit mijn geluk.

 

Een  verlaten station in een prachtig land, warme zon, pannekoeken bakken op gasbrandertjes, een voldaan gevoel na twee dagen kanoën.     

 

 

 

 I know a lot of people don't understand what I'm about. She did.
Also I like the illusion that I'm still a kid who doesn't understand the world.

 

 

 

Just me and the rock.

 

 

 

 

 

 Need I say more?

 

 

 

I also find a lot of joy in spending time with my friends and the people I love, but I didn't think it would be appropriate to post photo's of them without their consent.

 

 

 

 

Immersing myself

Saturday, I was riding from the house of one friend to that of another. I usually have a pretty good sense of direction, and I trusted that that, in combination with the photo's I'd clumsily taken of google maps, would lead me to my destination. What I hadn't considered was that I'd be finding my way through some 'densely wooded areas', something we're not very used to in this grassy country. So while my sense of direction was telling me to go east, I was really northbound by dint of endless rows of trees.

After the 3rd of 4th kilometer, I started to get irritated. Why was there no opportunity to turn right? I was getting further and further away from my goal and I was keeping my friends waiting. But then, I thought of what I always tell my mom when she is frustrated because we are stuck behind a tractor, we have to take a detour because of construction, or whatever else is bothering her while driving: there is nothing you can do about it right now. 
So I accepted that there were simply no roads to the east. However, but one would come up eventually. My friend wasn't dying, I had no train to catch, it wasn't even cold, or raining. Heck, it was beautiful! I opened the visor of my helmet and breathed in the forest air. The sun and the leaves worked together to project beautiful black and white patterns of the asphalt and there was no other traffic on the road. By the time my road to the east came up I was almost sorry.
I managed to immerse myself in the happy mood in the air (at the two birthdays and the baptism ceremony I visited later that day) and enjoy myself immensely. By the time I reached my bed I was dead tired, but the good kind. And that is what I am going to strive for from now on: letting whatever is bothering me glide off me when I can't change it. I can think of better things to spend my energy on.

And instead of spending time on
taking 100 photo's of this,
hoping for the perfect shot,
I took just 5 and spent the rest
of the time simply drinking in
the beauty of the moment.