Time travel and flow

As usual, I was listening to a lecture on YouTube when a well-known French song drifted in through the open window, and in an instant I traveled back in time. I was sitting in a café by the Danube during my French class. Autumn, scented with earth and rain, rested in the air, and we were chatting and learning wrapped in blankets. My goodness, how wonderful it was! – I sighed to myself – in a way that isn’t typical of me, because I’m not the most romantic person in the world, and yet… Then it occurred to me how many great hobbies I’ve had over the past years, how many exciting adventures, human connections, and most of all, how many kinds of resources I’ve created for myself—things I can actually access anytime. And looking back, this was one of the best, most useful ways I could have spent my time. Because although human relationships are important to me, life often pulls us apart. We start different kinds of lives, we move away, we choose different paths—whatever the reason, we often drift apart so that new people and new life situations can find us.

But one thing is certain: the resources I’ve created for myself through my hobbies—whether it’s my French classes, learning music, ballet, or anything else I’ve used to enrich myself—have stayed with me. I can return to them anytime, recharge from them; they can be perfect supports in difficult times. The picture shows the first step of a new hobby. The most defining thing that comes to mind about it is the moment when I suddenly found myself in a state of flow. Wow! – the cheer echoed loudly in my chest. I hadn’t felt that captivating, intense, fresh, dynamic force in ages—the one that took hold of me right then and there while I was painting. I think sometimes we need new hobbies. New lifelines through which we can discover new things—or see the old ones differently. P.S.: The title of the picture: The Death of the Night /This piece was written years ago. As I return, it finds its place here once again, unchanged./