Chapter two: going backwards
Remember when we were young and all we wanted to do was grow up? Remember that? What the hell were we thinking?
The saying "the good ole days" is always behind us yet we are seemingly always surging forward towards... something. Anything at times.
For my 30th birthday last year my husband surprised me on a trip to Rome. We ate. Drank a lot of wine. Walked a crap ton. Drank more wine. Ate buffalo mozzarella in between the drinking of the wine and the walking. Gelato. And I captured as much as humanly possible but we didn't even make a dent. It wasn't built in a day I hear.
It was spectacular.
On one excursion of the seeing the things, between one particular gelato break, we came across a man making huge bubbles. All the non tourist folk just bustled by and even some tourist didn't notice as it wasn't far from all the other actual photo ops Trip Advisors recommends. However, he just continued to make these glorious bubbles that danced high into the street and above statues dating mostly BC. He had gained a rather captive audience in one little girl. I love moments like this. Where you see someone just LIVING. Truly Living. It couldn't have been more perfect. Her shirt read "LOVE" and that she was doing... she was loving life without regard to who was watching or not but simply enjoying the moment she was given.
When was the last time you truly LIVED?