In 48 hours I have seen someone being tattooed; listened to live music; driven round the north circular (twice); belatedly discovered jager bombs; been given a new perspective (or ten) on a few things; danced in three separate locations; lost a filling; dented my heart a little; chatted to someone I have not chatted to for a long time; stepped out of my comfort zone in a few different directions; looked up and seen balloons; and flooded the kitchen. Amongst other things.
It is amazing how much can be packed into a life.
How two days can be filled with both the mundane and the extraordinary; and how each new experience leaves us a little changed. I am not quite the same Issa that went into the weekend; and I will not quite be the same Issa in a few days time –
It sounds like I’m stating the obvious, but I am only just beginning to understand what is meant by life, what happens when you let go and start living. That the little things have as an important a role as the bigger things; and that however prepared or pre-planned you are, something can catch you left wing. That two days can feel like a lifetime – and our lifetime is made up of days and days and days where the only condition is remaining present, though this is easier said then done –
I would hide from some of this weekend, if I could, but at the same time, I am sifting it for gold. Pulling out the moments that I will treasure and appreciating that the beautiful and the not so are intermixed. That this is part of the deal. Learning that life is not as linear as I thought it was, because each interaction with the world leaves you a little changed, which is both wonderful and a little terrifying –
I don’t think I’d want it any other way.