“I’ve spent the last few hours sitting high above the river Dart”
There’s a little bench situated at the top of a lane called ‘Jawbones’ (don’t ask I’ve no idea). It’s a bit of a climb but worth the view once you’re there. So lovely is the view, that you can easily while away several hours, pondering, and watching all the comings and goings on the river. It’s a nice thing to do.
There are always numerous yachts and pleasure cruisers moving up and down the river. The old fashioned ‘lower ferry’s’ are interesting to watch. There are two of them, each being pulled across the river by little tugboats. When watching them, I often wonder how it is those little boats aren’t pulled apart, by the forces of the tide and weight of the ferry. They work so hard: pulling and pushing their cargo. They’re very strong and persistent those little tugboats.
Alongside the river runs a heritage railway with its beautiful steam trains running frequently. You hear their whistles from time to time; with its very distinctive sound, there’s even an american locomotive here at the moment. Suffice to say, it’s all very quaint and pretty; set up nicely for the tourists.
I’m not a tourist. I live here. Seeing that view still holds its fascination, yet like most things, if you stare at it long enough, it becomes just that: a view. Seen for the first time it’s extraordinary, less so, once you’ve seen it a few times.
“Many things in life are like this aren’t they?”
Be it the journey to work, the job itself, or dare I say it, a relationship or marriage. We get tired of the repetition: of doing the same things over and over again. So much so, that most of what we do, starts to become automatic and unnoticed.
For example, whilst sitting on my bench at the top of ‘Jawbones’ (yes really) a few people strolled past, saying their hellos and good morning’s, and I’m sure they weren’t even noticing the view. Heads down, only looking up as they noticed me. . . sitting. Perhaps they wanted my bench, only walking on, because it was already taken. Tough luck, I was here first.
Anyway, I think you get it. When we do things repetitively we can become a little dumbed-down by it all. To some extent we can’t avoid this, however, we can seek out ways to limit it. We must make sure we introduce some variety and challenge into our lives.
Spontaneity is a beautiful word and a beautiful thing when introduced into life. With hindsight, I feel choosing a random thing to do, with the last few hours of my life, would have been favourable. And with that now said, after I’m finished here, I’m off to the beach for a swim. It’s certainly a random and more interesting thing to do than sitting on a bench.
So to the point. If you find yourself grinding your jawbones (get it) with the sameness of things, apply a little spontaneity, and randomness to your life. It’ll make all the difference.
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