Read books. Read articles. Read research papers. Listen to music. Listen to podcasts. Listen to people who think differently from you. Dance to the songs you love. Go swimming. Go for a walk without carrying your phone. Go hiking. Go for coffee hopping. Buy magazines. Read old newspapers. Sit in a library. Visit a museum. Watch the sunset. Watch the sunrise. Stare at your walls. Stare at the ceiling. Stare at the stars from your terrace. Sit in a garden and observe people passing by. Watch the trees move with the wind. Listen to the birds. Listen to the rain. Sit in silence without feeling the need to fill every second with content. Write things down. Carry a notebook. Journal your thoughts. Sketch badly. Paint something. Learn an instrument. Grow a plant. Cook a meal from scratch. Call an old friend. Travel somewhere nearby. Get lost in a new neighborhood. Visit a bookstore and leave with a book you weren't planning to buy.
this is life all about.
When I say it’s hard to really describe to outsiders some of what goes on behind the curtain in Whitehall, this is what I mean. When I read this I genuinely wasn’t surprised
turns out, reading voraciously, moving your body, loving people without keeping score, protecting your solitude, chasing nothing but your own growth, and occasionally staying out too late with people who make you laugh until it hurts is not a bad way to build a life.