It’s Christmas day and I am far away from my family. Me and my flatmate spend the first few hours of the day together but she starts playing Assassins Creed Origins and after half an hour of watching her I decide to head out for a walk.
I feel like taking pictures so I grab my camera before stepping out of the house. The weather is nice, chilly but not overwhelming, after all it’s been winter for about a month now. At this time of the day not many people seem to be wandering around Kingston. The streets which are usually crossed by many many cars though out the day are now deserted.
A couple of days ago, this street would be crowded with people holding numerous bags, now everything is peaceful and calm. It’s nice to think that they are all enjoying the Christmas with their loved ones, sharing unforgettable moments and countless stories.
On the riverside I encounter a lovely scene, a plethora of birds dancing in the sky and a few souls resting. I suddenly feel happier. I stand there and ponder about what truly matters in this life. Sometimes it seems like we are in a chase to get money and nothing else, we easily get hooked up on it and forget to truly enjoy life and engage with the things which make us happier. We forget to take time and truly figure out what our purpose is on this planet.
Looking towards Surbiton the riverside reminds me of Fredrikstad’s riverside, by the city centre. So quiet, so serene. I feel like Kingston looks unusually pretty, not that it isn’t generally but it looks so much more different now. It’s like I can spot the things that aren’t usually so visible when there are so many souls wandering around.
At every corner I turn, everything looks so perfect and almost surreal. I find even the tiniest little alleys visually pleasing.
The river looks so peaceful and on the bridge that’s usually full of cars, buses and people you cannot spot a thing moving. Only the birds are keeping the atmosphere moving, otherwise everything would be still. I love it. It’s so different to what I am used to when walking around the city.
I feel like the Christmas lights make everything appear even more pretty than usual, everything looks sparkly and nice. I think they makes the buildings stand out more.
Even the tunnels look charming. Walking through them I encounter various people and my imagination takes control over reality. I begin to envision where the people are going and where they are coming from. I begin to ponder if other lone people down the street are feeling as happy as me or not. I hope they do.
I feel like I could spend the rest of this afternoon here, just watching the sky changing its colour and the water following its restless course, but I cannot. I still have to cook the Christmas dinner and pack up for another adventure that’s starting tomorrow. Sometimes I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything. There just isn’t enough time to enjoy everything like you would like to. For the moment I am just going to take another photograph which will forever be there, whenever I will need to go over the memories of that moment.
Kingston Bridge, the bridge I used to cross daily on my way to Hampton Court Palace, the workplace in which I’ve spent three years of my life. Three years of both happy and gloomy moments. Three years during which I grew from a somewhat mindless teenager into an adult. Three years of unforgettable moments.
A couple of years back I would dread the Christmas time. Just the thought of it would make me feel uneasy. I felt as if it was just another pointless celebration. Up until this year I wouldn’t have been able to walk through the busy streets and shopping centres without having the worst anxiety ever. A couple of days back I went to have a look around the shops a few gifts. The shops were packed yet I felt jolly. I enjoyed walking through Bentall’s and seeing everyone choosing gifts. I am not a fan of the consumerist culture we are now living in, but I enjoyed seeing the smiles on people’s faces when they found the perfect gift.
As I walk along the streets thoughts about the future pop up. I am not a big fan of ‘new year resolutions’, however I can’t help but think about we can all contribute in hopes to create a better future for our succeeding generations. Judging by the international political climate we don’t seem to be heading towards the right directions. We need to take the power in our hands and construct a better future. All of this can be done in small steps. We can begin by trying to understand each other more, regardless of our backgrounds, religion, political beliefs and the like. Way too many people nowadays dismiss concepts and opinions that don’t fit in with their beliefs without trying to hear what and where those ideas stem from. Way too many people head towards the extremes of the spectrum, disapproving of anything that doesn’t fit in with their worldview. Way too often we are wrong. For this new year I hope that we all start being more understanding with one another. We have to keep reminding ourselves that everyone we encounter might be fighting their own internal battle with themselves, most of us never being at peace with who we are.
I’ve always wanted to capture the prettiness of these tiny streets and passageways, however whenever I would try to they would be to busy to capture what I had in mind. Today, I finally manage to capture their loveliness and the stunning architecture. I feel like I’m living another fairy tale as it all feels somewhat ethereal.
It is getting late now and I must get going. The sky has almost darkened now and the day is nearly over. I wish you all have a wonderful time this holiday and may next year be the year you engage with your true self a bit more. I send you all some happy thoughts and hope you will all make a small change that will better your lives.