This afternoon, I decided to take a break from my info hell annotations and look through old photos and came across some photos I took in the summer of 2005 during my trip to Europe. One photo in particular reminded me of a day we were on a bus and decided to take a stop in the middle of nowhere. Turns out, we wound up at a monastery of all places (though as it is a monastery, I suppose it isn’t all too surprising).
It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. The architecture was ornate and the statues were beautiful. The landscape was absolutely breathtaking. We wandered around the grounds, and eventually found an open door. Upon entry, we discovered about a dozen monks praying, worshipping, and doing their monk thang. It was a humbling experience to say the least.
It’s easy to be consumed with trivial stuff. And yes. I say “stuff” because at the end of the day, that’s all it is. I know I get caught up in my own minuscule world on a daily basis. As I sit here in the middle of my info hell project, it is amazing to think that right at this moment, those same monks are thousands of miles away, probably praying and worshipping. It’s a humbling (and hopeful) thought, knowing that there is so much more out there.
It’s a nice reminder that there are so many more experiences and places waiting for me. And that my life isn’t destined to slaving over journal articles for hours a day for the rest of my being.