Will Body Style In Tahoe Change?

How fast ... but where are you running?

few days ago, early in the morning, I went on the waterfront. The pretext was to do some 'momentum, but mine was more of a need to detach from the increasingly frantic.

I found myself walking like I've never done before. The silence of commencement day, the murmur of the sea, the sight of Faito mountain overlooking the city with its rich colors and ships in the harbor, made me reflect on how much you can lose yourself taken from the hustle.

Hiking is a luxury that no longer falls in our daily lives, rather recognize the action to take. But for those who missed or where we go?

Returning to my walk, there was a clear blue sky, brisk air and the sea in the background since I've heard so much. I resolved to repeat the experiment to breathe the sea air, admiring the view and look around noticing so many things that now no longer give rise to our attention. I met people who were running to the sound of music in my ears, some elderly at a slow pace, a few friends with whom I exchanged small talk and pleasantries, I had a coffee in front of a breathtaking sea and wondered what we look for more before such beauty. I also dusted off feelings and suggestions of old memories when a friend leaving for Torino, said that every morning I was going to watch the sea for her, not wanting to leave his hometown in any way for another cold and foggy. The city in the early hours of the morning is not yet fully awake and it's nice to see its revival. Early in the morning, our thoughts are best. The mind produces ideas and considerations of the most insightful and valide.Ma do not have time, you go in a hurry and I personally feel like the rabbit from Alice. It should be tested at this point, the slow and enjoy life in its essence, says Milan Kundera.

I'm going against the grain. Today, time is money and our world is history. I noticed that among the papers are marked with the minutes required to read a particular article, so as to decide in advance whether or not to read it.

Haste suffocates us and restores us to our inner time. They are the lucky few who manage to live a measure of their character, while most of us is driven by an unsustainable rate. And if something good happens like the other day, lost on the waterfront, I feel guilty.

are two parameters that put us in crisis: the fear of growing old and progress. In the first case we want to fulfill all our desires to have no regrets with the time passing and, in turn, transforms us, in the latter case, the progress always leads us more to the rhythms that are not ours. Also increased our needs that require time, like everything we do. But we are alive when they walk, laugh, have fun and enjoy the time rather than waiting to live it. Important moments in our losing run and vital. The time is captured with primary emphasis on a lifestyle more suited to our inner rhythms, simplicity and the rediscovery of values \u200b\u200bthat can not be scratched even by the progress that moves quickly.

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