The bull that sat quietly in the meadow and smelled the flowers.
I was reminded of that cartoon by a moment this morning as I strolled past the first buds of this spring.
Whether it's snowing, raining, hot or cold, cloudy or sunny, my daily walk when I go to work is like a therapeutic treatment for me.
Every morning, including this Wednesday, in #wednesdaywalk.
Especially this morning, when the March sun has just risen, casting a long shadow on the street in front of me.
That moment, those 15, 20 minutes, seems to me to be the only part of the day, when I try hard and can not think about anything, nor worry about anything.
Just like the bull from the famous cartoon.
Just to sit (walk) and smell the flowers in peace.
And these days, there's so much to think about.
Crises and terrible situations in all parts of the world, wars and suffering, threats, problems in the country where I live, the beginning of the financial crisis, price increases, shortages, not too great situation in the crypto world, scams I read about, confessions of people who were left without a roof over their heads, without their loved ones, without their funds...
In addition to all this, some health crisis, weakened immune system, high pressure due to increased stress levels...
Everything that, if constantly thought about, can put a person in a big mess and kill his will to live.
And that's why, every morning, while walking, I try not to think.
I pass by a well-known neighborhood and look at the sky, at a tree or green grass...
And this morning, with the sun warming my back, I approach the newly blossomed buds and some flowers that bloomed in my neighbors' gardens and admire their beauty.
Unfortunately, unlike Ferdinand, I can't smell it, yet these are not the buds of fragrant flowers, but they are just as beautiful as those that smell.
As I get closer to work, where I am also expected to face various situations, which in addition to the regular monthly salary, bring me a lot of stress (because of which I sometimes wake up during the night), I am still spinning photos of the buds I saw along the way in my head and a slight smile is on my face.
At least I used those few moments to reset myself and not think.
And then I think, it's a shame that these morning walks to work don't last a little longer, but I quickly correct my desire... Because not every morning, like this Wednesday, is bright and sunny.
There are days when there's a snow blizzard outside or when the rain showers completely wet my feet while I'm walking these same streets (which is another reason to worry), so these 15, 20 minutes, which I have every morning, is the ideal measure.
For a reset, for a short walk, for enjoying the occasional chirping of birds and the beauty of blossoming buds.
