Life is for living

So here it is, lunch hour, and I am sitting at my desk, day dreaming about Greece.  It wasn’t long ago that my guy and I were in the shade of an ancient olive tree, happily slurping on our ice cream treats.  From our vantage point, I could look up at the Acropolis where we had just spent the last three hours.

I studied classical civilizations as my major at university and to have the chance to visit the Acropolis and see and touch the Parthenon was truly amazing to me.  To imagine the effort, intellect and determination that was required to build that perfect edifice and to keep a group of people focused for forty years on its construction spoke to me of our capacity to create, to dream and to make our dreams reality.  It is a testament to what we can achieve when we set our minds to it.  Awesome.  Inspiring.  Motivating.  I have friends who have done the Ironman or cycle for charity, who paint or sing or dance, who build with their hands or minds: so many friends who in their own ways have found their inspiration and chased it.

And sitting there, in that sun-dappled shade, eating my ice cream and looking at the Parthenon, I was reminded to keep chasing my dream.  But only for an instant, because honestly, I was caught in the spell of Greece, the olives turning purple above me, the light of the stones, the absolute blue sky framing the temple, the warm sun, the cool breeze and my lover at my side.  It wasn’t long before we got up, ambled down the road, and eventually found a sticky, sweet piece of baklava to share.  Sometimes life is not for thinking, not for planning.  Sometimes life is just for living.