I am sitting in the lobby of the Awana Kijal Resort - wifi is only available at the F&B outlets - enjoying an Austin Chase mocha (wonders never cease :-))
It is a lovely hotel, very Malaysian architecture. My room faces the beach but when one gets here at 8pm, there's not much to see.
I wish I had the time to enjoy the place, absorb the atmosphere - the drive here from Kuantan airport was a feast for eyes, and my soul. Its been quite a while since I've seen traditional kampungs & watched the folk go about their daily to-dos, with the kids having the time of their life playing in the open.
But here am I, working in this lovely lobby. I have just cleared 80+ emails that came in since I left the office at 3pm. Worked on a business proposal...It just never stops.
On one hand, it feels so 'alive' to have your mind constantly active, thinking, planning ...But if one is always living on another 'plain', where is the life? Constantly working for future things, aren't we just missing it all.
I think back about my holidays, and very often, I remember being anxious, about what may happen with my accounts, my to-do's ... So, while I was physically there, I was never present in the moment, was I?
Am I losing out? As it is, I'm wishing I could go back to some of the places we visited in England last year. I just want to 'be there'.
It is such a waste isn't it?
It is a lovely hotel, very Malaysian architecture. My room faces the beach but when one gets here at 8pm, there's not much to see.
I wish I had the time to enjoy the place, absorb the atmosphere - the drive here from Kuantan airport was a feast for eyes, and my soul. Its been quite a while since I've seen traditional kampungs & watched the folk go about their daily to-dos, with the kids having the time of their life playing in the open.
But here am I, working in this lovely lobby. I have just cleared 80+ emails that came in since I left the office at 3pm. Worked on a business proposal...It just never stops.
On one hand, it feels so 'alive' to have your mind constantly active, thinking, planning ...But if one is always living on another 'plain', where is the life? Constantly working for future things, aren't we just missing it all.
I think back about my holidays, and very often, I remember being anxious, about what may happen with my accounts, my to-do's ... So, while I was physically there, I was never present in the moment, was I?
Am I losing out? As it is, I'm wishing I could go back to some of the places we visited in England last year. I just want to 'be there'.
It is such a waste isn't it?
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