Chivalry Is Not Overrated

Mostly written snapshots of people who inspire, places I find fascinating, and things I find invaluable.

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I miss the Amazon. Badly. The rich soil only centimeters deep, which nurtures an endless amount of fruits and natural remedies. The solitude of mornings sitting in the hammock gazing down upon the lowlands whilst writing. The afternoons in the sun, the sky so big I took dozens of pictures, knowing I’d never truly capture it the way it appeared to me in those moments. Mostly, I miss how involuntary the gratitude came. Every single thing I consumed with each of my senses I was thankful for. When I start to lose focus, and feel the grip of depletion enveloping me I think of the time I had there. I remember to breath, be grateful. Or I read Calvin & Hobbes.

I miss the Amazon. Badly. The rich soil only centimeters deep, which nurtures an endless amount of fruits and natural remedies. The solitude of mornings sitting in the hammock gazing down upon the lowlands whilst writing. The afternoons in the sun, the sky so big I took dozens of pictures, knowing I’d never truly capture it the way it appeared to me in those moments.

Mostly, I miss how involuntary the gratitude came. Every single thing I consumed with each of my senses I was thankful for.

When I start to lose focus, and feel the grip of depletion enveloping me I think of the time I had there. I remember to breath, be grateful.

Or I read Calvin & Hobbes.

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