Athletic is one of the many words that I would not and cannot use to describe myself and how I live my life. That has, however, change quite recently when I have started running outdoor regularly. For the sake of The Daily Post’s Prompt today, the photographs at the beginning and at the end of this blog post have been taken while I was running this afternoon. The first photograph was taken after I have covered 10 kilometres. Running 10 kilometres was the initial plan today. When I have reached today’s goal, I thought I could still do another 5. If I have started earlier, I could have pushed it to 20 and more. The photograph bellow was taken while I was reaching the 13th Kilometres. Today, I stopped when I reached 15 kilometres. Tomorrow, I will run again and I might do more. The run today was just a warm-up. Every athletic person who are engaged in athletic activity and strenuous training need a good warming up.
For quite some time, I was already considering of making certain changes on how I live my life. I thought ‘I need to launch a new life regime in which cigarette smoking is totally out of the picture.’ Just quite recently, that new life regime I was thinking to launch has finally been realized. I have stopped smoking. I do not smoke anymore. I am no longer a smoker. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! If I may say so, I am quite proud and please with myself. It is a tremendous achievement one could not underestimate. The sense of achievement we can experience when we are able to conquer ourselves is so gloriously elevating.
In our modern society today, focus, like control, seems to be a norm that is overvalued. I think focus is one of the most stressful word because the more I think of it, the more I cannot focus. The more I try to take control, the more I lose control. Although focus and control are two different things, they are nonetheless not always mutually exclusive. To focus, after all, and to be able to hold that focus, requires a tremendous amount of control to oneself. We associate focus with success while the lack of it with failure. In order to be successful in life and to be the best in whatever we do, all we need to do is to focus to our goals in lives. If we are distracted from it, then we are doom to fail. In other words, focus has acquired this unproblematized and uninterrogated positive value. It is an ideal of our modern society to which we must pursue.
When I run in the open space, I feel connected with our beloved planet earth. I feel in synchronise and in harmony with its totality. The visceral experience of being connected with the planet and the universe as a whole every time I run out there, although fulfilling and elevating, makes me feel quite insignificant. Or rather, I should say, although makes me feel insignificant makes me feel fulfilled and elevated. It makes me realize that I am not at the centre of the universe but just a tiny speck of dust. In the grand scheme of things, our magnificent planet is not at the centre of the universe. At the same time I also feel that I am a part of the planet’s integral whole which is quite empowering. When I run, I feel that I am running into a transcendent place that is neither here nor there and yet at the same time makes me more conscious of my presence in this beautiful planet earth and the life it breaths upon us.
I have really mixed emotions when it comes to pampering myself as well as others, particularly those who very close to my heart. On one hand, to pamper oneself is quite a pleasurable and gratifying experience. On the other hand, it hurt the mind and soul especially when pampering start to takes over and it eventually will. By taking over, I mean that when pampering or the object of our desires become the master to whose control we have to subject ourselves. There is indeed a fine line between pampering and indulgence on one hand and addiction and obsession on the other.
When I have begun this Much to Tell About Nothing Blog in the beginning of this year, I was in the middle of writing my research project. This particular research project was conducted and written within the trajectory of a master’s degree in humanities that I have recently finished. Discussing the object of that particular research project in detail or to specify the program in which it has been written is not the intention of this particular blog entry. It is, after all, not my intention, and will never be my intention, to bore the readers with details. Perhaps I will do that in other post in the near future. But for now, they are just details and details are, more often than not, irrelevant.
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It is a common knowledge that before the invention of the printing press, monks across various monasteries in Europe copied the books such us the holy scriptures manually through a technique called calligraphy. It has been suggested that while they were copying the books, they were also singing. The rhythm of the songs they were singing has also affected the rhythm of their writing as if they were dancing with the motion of their hands according to tune of the song being sung. The rhythmic movements of their hands were in synchronize with rhythmic counts of the song they were singing. Sometimes when I write on my journal, I also listen to Gregorian Chants, so that I could determine the accuracy of such claims. The chants have indeed determined the phase of my hand writing.