For the last 6 years I have been hopping around the world. In some places I stayed longer, and some I left after a few weeks or days. Just today I’ve had a conversation with Orsi about the “perfect” place to live and it made me think that somehow, every place had it’s wonderful assets. And what I’m slowly realising:
Paradise can be everywhere and it seems that “paradise” simply shows up in different forms and ways.
If being self-employed or working a 9-5 job (sometimes I for long thought to be a human horror). If living in a nice spacious flat in Budapest or sharing a shabby room with 9 other Muay Thai fighters in an outskirt of Thailand. The cold and cozy winter nights, and the dinners at the beach. Standing on a mountain with a pair of ski. Or sitting in the water on a surfboard.
There are so many things to “miss”. And somehow, every place has its beauty (- and interestingly enough: Even the ones that upset or annoyed me.)
What becomes the key for me: To actually see it.
Paradise is here. When I open my eyes.
A good question for this: What surrounds me now that I may one day miss?
Because… maybe… one day, today becomes “the gold old times”.
Thank you for reading 🙂