I mutter as I pass the moon-faced teenager, cocking her head at the world while slightly aloof. No doubt she's built up a library of interesting experiences, and adds to them every day, as she traverses the sidewalk or steps into an alternate spatial realm.
I found the world bland and lacking sensuality, as a teen. Today, I'm just thankful to get by unscathed.
But that girl in the white jumper is right: what matters most is not how you can cajole people to regard you highly through status signals, but how you feel about your everyday moments. Can you keep mentally enriched even as you reach for your bus card, wave it over the electronic equipment, and step out of the robust rectangular prism, only to be fleetingly surrounded by its smoke for the short period of time it takes for it to pass you by?
Alive to experience: mindful of a pain that goes as deep as your pleasure.
I found the world bland and lacking sensuality, as a teen. Today, I'm just thankful to get by unscathed.
But that girl in the white jumper is right: what matters most is not how you can cajole people to regard you highly through status signals, but how you feel about your everyday moments. Can you keep mentally enriched even as you reach for your bus card, wave it over the electronic equipment, and step out of the robust rectangular prism, only to be fleetingly surrounded by its smoke for the short period of time it takes for it to pass you by?
Alive to experience: mindful of a pain that goes as deep as your pleasure.
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