The quote below sums up my new world, the new existence and reality I find myself in; a world where life itself and everything around me is magical. For the first time in my life I actually listen to the birds call, I admire the beauty of flowers, and I try and catch each and every sunrise and sunset as they are all unique and will never be exactly the same again.
With such a change in thinking I wonder if I am going a little mad, if I have altered my brain through a bad combination and repetition of caffeine, endorphins and wine. Then the universe lets me know that I am not alone, there are others. In a society that values speed, money, superficiality, an endless stream of information, diversions, absurdity and vulgarity, perhaps everyone is becoming a little crazy. Perhaps those that take time to switch off and notice a pill bug struggling over a rock, or a drop of dew on a spider’s web, perhaps those people are the sane ones.
Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amid the pines and hickories and sumacs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window or the noise of some traveler’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any works of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.
I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theater – that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel. It was a drama of many scenes and without an end. – From WAlden, Henry David Thoreu