Going through life on autopilot, glossing over the ordinary while we speed ahead striving for constant escapism to define our lives is kinda depressing.
Yet that’s how we are wired to think.
Work hard. Play hard.
Work hard . So bloody hard that you reach burnout levels. Then pay for a holiday to escape your ordinary life. Come back. Feel sad about it. Go back to work “refreshed” and ready to float towards another burnout. All the while overlooking the staggering amount of beauty, inspiration and detail around us even in our ordinary everyday environments.
Travelling is good for the soul. Going to new places to see and experience new things is good for the soul.
Coming home and reconnecting with our ordinariness without bitterness is also good for the soul. How we connect and appreciate these moments in may ways defines who we are.