It is a good thing to keep a childlike wonder about this world. Life can get mundane and when it does, go out and try something new. Take a bit of time, that time you would take if you were on vacation, to see your surroundings in a new light. Travel a bit in whatever way you can and from wherever you stand.
I rarely get moved or struck by things that I read. I don't know if it's as a result of ripping books to shreds and examining their internal organs as part of my time in university, or if I'm just a cold-hearted bitch, but this sentence, and the passage which followed, really stopped me in my tracks.
Colouring books for adults is now the latest craze. Apparently, the Tate Modern now stocks colouring books for adults, as does Waterstones and Amazon. It may sound utterly ridiculous, but some actually think it's a fantastic idea and have been singing its praises. It's said to be a great stress-reliever.
The terrifying financial burdens that come with living in London, the sense of it increasingly becoming a steel and glass playground for the super wealthy, can make us ordinary Londoners feel disenfranchised. The huge pressure to achieve and succeed, if not just survive, leaves little scope for moments of awe and genuine peace in our frantic minds.
When I wasn't working in the past I'd feel obligated to start cramming myself with information; what disasters are happening in the world war-wise, airplane-crash wise, inflation-wise, hurricane-wise and Jeremy Clarkson-wise; the list is endless. When I don't work I start feeling like, "Dear God, who will want to see me if I don't have news or gossip to spew out?"