Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy.”
― Nisargadatta Maharaj
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
I love taking the bus, watching people on the street as I go by, noticing new places I want to try, lost in my thoughts for this respite from having to think very much at all. Sometimes I miss my stop because I’m daydreaming. (On the subway, you miss your stop, you might be a ways away from where you intended to be! And there’s a whole lot of nothing between stations.) I know it isn’t cool or fashionable, but I enjoy the time I spend on the bus.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.