Thinking

The only thing I hate about traveling is that it makes me think. A lot. Almost 24 hours of air travel gives one a lot of thought time. Living in a hotel room for a week with no company but a television speaking in a foreign language does not leave you with many options. A metro ride to and from your training area, surrounded with unknown faces, automatically shifts you to contemplating. Either that or to talking to God. But then, I talk to Him about the things that are making me think.

 

So what is wrong about letting your mind take a walk? Because it has the tendency to dash here and there freely and then run uncontrollably toward unchartered territories or thorn-filled forests. Or to fly high with unlikely dreams and then immediately plunge into gloomy doubts.

 

Music can also do this to me. The same for movies which can create illusions about love and success. The machine which rolls out wonders and hopes is the same one that discloses betrayals and broken homes.

 

It is good that I am not always on the road. That there is music that celebrates the glory of God. That there are movies that leave you just laughing so hard. And that at the end of each day, though I still spend a few minutes thinking, I can speak to Him and take my needed repose.

(I just watched Nights of Rodanthe: Richard Gere and Diane Lane)