Reborn

During my last holiday, I met a girl who was traveling the world, and having a great time doing so. This intrigued me immensely – I never even considered the possibility of having travel as an every-day part of life. Apart from one year abroad, I have lived my whole life within a 20 kilometer radius of where I was born.

I imagined she must have lived through quite a number of adventures. And yes, she did: after a year of travel she was able to tell one fascinating story after the other. Naturally, I wanted to know more, and I asked her whether she blogged about the places she went to, and the people she met. Of course she did: walkingdowntheworld.wordpress.com

That reminded me of mustarseed.nl, my own site, where I used to post musings on life, faith and community. There was a time that I posted here every other week. I was always having interesting thoughts and encounters that were worth sharing. But now I hadn’t posted anything for over two years. What happened?

I have to admit that over time, I somehow decided that my life was too boring to write about. It’s easy to think about life in the rhythms of work, study, sports – all the things that appear to structure it, and fill the agenda. But I am enjoying these things, and when I look at it, I’m never really bored at all! There is so much to discover, and more than enough time within and outside the structure to be spontaneous and find adventure. My life is not boring at all!

I am re-inspired to share my thoughts with you, hoping to encourage you to live life to its fullest. Mustardseed.nl is reborn!

Sunrise

After two weeks of trekking I have become used to waking up at sunrise. Combine that with the time difference between here and Nepal, and I was not surprised to wake up while it was still dark, but totally refreshed.

Having some time to spare, I lazily looked out of the window. I live on the fourth and fifth floor, with wide views over the city, with immense trees lining the horizon. The colours in the air already starting to shift, indicating that sunrise was near. Interested to see more, I dressed warmly and went up to the balcony. The rest of my apartment building was still blocking part of my view, which now started to look so spectacular that I was desperate to see all of it.

If you hang out with adventurous people long enough, thinking out of the box becomes a bit of a second nature: Up on the roof, that would be the greatest view of all!

It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of heights, because the roof has a 5-storey drop straight down to the sidewalk, and the only way up was on the edge of that drop. The strong winds didn’t make the climb any easier. But by now I was so determined to make it that I didn’t care.

I made it up the roof. It was bitter cold, so I hugged myself warm inside my black coat, aware that if anybody were to look up, they must have thought batman was in town. But the view was absolutely worth it. Unobscured by anything, I saw the sun’s rays transform the sky from fiery orange with deep blue’s to the deepest shade of purple. The clouds must have known it was Halloween, because they did their best to look threatening an intimidating, not knowing that that made them look even more beautiful.

I don’t know how long I stood there, alone on that roof. My shivering body awoke me from the dreamlike wonder I was in.

Then I saw the neighbour’s TV was on. The kids were watching their daily cartoons. I realized that, had not noticed that there was such beauty up here for me to find, I would have been in front of my TV as well. The entertainment it offers is only one button away, and it’s always there. But in a sense it’s fake. It does not really satisfy. It just helps to repress the longing I feel, the desire for beauty, truth, adventure. That reality is out there. You may have to climb a roof to get there, or climb a mountain to get into the right state of mind to see it, to follow it. But true life is within reach. Reach for it.

After two weeks of trekking I have become used to waking up at sunrise. Combine that with the time difference between here and Nepal, and I was not surprised to wake up while it was still dark, but totally refreshed.

Having some time to spare, I lazily looked out of the window. I live on the fourth and fifth floor, with wide views over the city, with immense trees lining the horizon. The colours in the air already starting to shift, indicating that sunrise was near. Interested to see more, I dressed warmly and went up to the balcony. The rest of my apartment building was still blocking part of my view, which now started to look so spectacular that I was desperate to see all of it.

If you hang out with adventurous people long enough, thinking out of the box becomes a bit of a second nature: Up on the roof, that would be the greatest view of all!

It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of heights, because the roof has a 5-storey drop straight down to the sidewalk, and the only way up was on the edge of that drop. The strong winds didn’t make the climb any easier. But by now I was so determined to make it that I didn’t care.

I made it up the roof. It was bitter cold, so I hugged myself warm inside my black coat, aware that if anybody were to look up, they must have thought batman was in town. But the view was absolutely worth it. Unobscured by anything, I saw the sun’s rays transform the sky from fiery orange with deep blue’s to the deepest shade of purple. The clouds must have known it was Halloween, because they did their best to look threatening an intimidating, not knowing that that made them look even more beautiful.

I don’t know how long I stood there, alone on that roof. My shivering body awoke me from the dreamlike wonder I was in.

Then I saw the neighbour’s TV was on. The kids were watching their daily cartoons. I realized that, had not noticed that there was such beauty up here for me to find, I would have been in front of my TV as well. The entertainment it offers is only one button away, and it’s always there. But in a sense it’s fake. It does not really satisfy. It just helps to repress the longing I feel, the desire for beauty, truth, adventure. That reality is out there. You may have to climb a roof to get there, or climb a mountain to get into the right state of mind to see it, to follow it. But true life is within reach. Reach for it.