Small steps, but she didn't give up.
Hi there,
so this time I bring a picture from Asalha Puja festival with. My parents and me were in two temples and in the last temple we had to walk up to the top of the temple. During the walking I saw them. The grandma remained defiant to walk up there like the others, although her family asked her if it'd be better to go to the temple down here instead. I like it and could not help myself to smile when she said 'No, go ahead. You don't all don't have to wait for me. I have time.' and take a pic from her as a beautiful memory. To remind me of her ambitious mind.
Then I think about this again. I am not extremely religious who head to nirvana, but I think I understand why people still believe in religion nowadays. For me it's like to let my body and soul take a break from daily-chaos-bla-bla life. To run away from it for a second. To live a bit slower.
Like in the picture, I know the feeling of that man. I help my grandma sometimes to walk up and down too. It's like a slow motion in a movie. From my normal steps become the slowly, carefully and somehow fragile steps together with my grandma. I take 3 seconds pro one step. I found that it doesn't bother me to do that at all. It is not bad to live a bit slower and take more time to look around. To be aware of tiny, tiny things you haven't been notice before or even yourself. Sometimes we live too fast and forget yourself behind.
Two people, two generations step together.
Makes me smile somehow :)
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