The beauty of doing nothing.
Don’t we all wish that?
I’ve always dreamed of a vacation where I would wake up whenever I want to, when I would be able to say out loud “I’m ready to face the world, I’ve had enough sleep”. The kind of vacation where breakfast would start at 11 in the morning, where I wouldn’t worry how I would look as I sip fresh coconut juice while the wind rustles uncombed hair. I’ve always dreamed of a vacation where I would sit under a tree, look at the vast ocean, listen to the sound of the waves as they reach the shore, and gaze at the shadows the trees and the boats make and how they change by the passing minute.
I’ve always dreamed of a vacation where the word rush, speed up, or faster is never mentioned. A time where no one would judge me if I finish eating a slice of pizza in five minutes because I want to savor all of the flavors its different ingredients has. Or what I wear. Or how many pounds I gain.
I’ve always dreamed of vacations where I would walk as slowly as possible, stop as often as I feel like it, taste as many varieties of food that my jeans would allow.
A vacation where, when night comes, I would just gaze at the stars and wait for sleep to visit me because who would care what time I would go to bed when I could wake up anytime I want the next day.
The beauty of doing nothing is the most beautiful thing of all.
Just thinking about it gives me the shivers.
I could hope that I would get to experience this, right? And I promise you that once I do, I will tell you about it.
I will write about it and I would be surrounded with palm trees, with the breeze gently blowing my still uncombed hair, and with fresh coconut juice waiting to be sipped.