I went to see a good friend of mine for some smalltalk since we hadn’t seen each other for a month or two. We’ve known each other for 15 years and I compare our friendship to a ripe fruit. Sometimes the fruit was exposed to too much sunlight or didn’t get enough water, but it persisted and became something meaningful. We accept our differences and learn to see the best in each other. At least we try.
Both of our birthdays had passed, but he hadn’t given me any birthday present so I received a belated gift from him. He had the tasteful idea of buying me LEGO’s. During our childhood, we both enjoyed building and dismantling LEGO’s for as long as we can remember. I went home, slowly sat down and looked at the box. I shook it, I inspected the package carefully. Upon opening the package I smiled a bit to myself and looked at the pieces. I took the time to lay them all down noticing that my head was thinking about how much time this took and how I could do it faster to move on…
When did it all go wrong? When did I decide that fame, success and recognition were adequate substitutes for enjoyment of the immediate experience? How could it have ever made sense to value an uncertain future through projections of the self.
I went on with a slow, aimless pace. I know that the mind will follow the body. Eventually my brain got the message. I felt each piece on my fingers. I looked at the different shapes. I noticed how vibrant the colors were. From a bright yellow to a bursting red I realized how stimulating these colors were. I hadn’t been this mindful in months. Nothing else perturbed me anymore.
I also noticed how I had made an assumption on how one of the block was placed. The first thing that fired off in my mind was “This is a mistake”. Then I recollected myself and thought of the word “mistake”. It’s a funny word. As far as I am concerned, a “mistake” just means doing a thing which does not meet certain expectations. It isn’t really a mistake if we remove the expectations part. I would rather call it an “interesting detour”.