I currently live in a 'shoebox' in Sea Point, but I have the promenade as my backyard. I nolonger own a car, but I get to cycle to my office with the Atlantic Ocean at my side. Memories of traveling abroad have withdrawn to distant shores, for now, but I have the majestic Cape Peninsula om my doorstep.
As I cycle along the promenade, the waves rush ahead, eager to meet me at the Lighthouse bend. The salty air suffuse my lungs and the cold caress of the breeze diffuse all discursive thought.
My veins swell with enthusiasm. I lean into the bend. The foam crests strike the rocks.
All cares abate.
The present moment triumphs.
...and a self-effacing and sagacious voice is uncloaked:
"But beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living within that way of life."
~ Hunter S. Thompson