The beauty of unpredictability

While laying on the floor of a park today, observing the passersby, the lives of others, and simply letting the sun rays warm myself up while admiring birds crossing the blue sky, this one particular feeling sparkled up—the beauty of not knowing what will happen.

The freedom one can feel instantly when realizing that losing the sense of control can be liberating. Opening oneself up for whatever comes, not wanting to know the answers, not expecting, simply being.

Being open to the unlimited options that life can bring—surrendering to the process of flow. The curiosity of unpredictability. What a beautiful feeling that is.

It was a brief moment, an insight I knew already before, but that acted as a reminder of something I seem to have forgotten.

Back at aspiring the little treasures, the butterfly a kid admires, seeing the beauties that simple moments bring. Letting life flourish as it is, blossoming as trees in spring.

Oh damn... the romanticism a sunny day can bring. I wish more of those moments to you and me. For a more serene day to day, filled with beauty, precious little standstill instants and that inner sense of freedom.