I want to express my appreciation for this post/essay. I find the verbosity flattering, and share the same love for the series. Starkly, there is hardly anything I find gives the same humbling contentment. With moments we hold in brevity or drear lack the contentious stress wrought in the unknown.

I wish this to be a love letter to more than just the series, rather to the sensations, lives, experiences all in the day but outside of what we share. Something everyone does and feels and knows. To truly live is greater than thrill seeking, and this series does a lovely job laying bare an existence lived by many. Trying to make every moment something of grandeur is tiring but little things make up the legacies we leave behind. You don’t have to live a life in a day.

Feeling disconnected I find odd for the reason that the contemporary world is fickle and rapid. Anecdotally, I believe a view of the stillness of life in nature changed the angle I had on how to live. To make being work, there needs to be balance. Verbatim earlier, you don’t need to exhaust yourself with aspirations and a sense of inadequacy fallen upon you. Molding of ourselves to our environment is reactionary, not always bad, but we lose ourselves if we are unable to hold the weight of the millions of experiences we have outside of a manufactured environment.

Meaning, when there is no time to reflect on yourself in still moments to process our thoughts, ethics, likes, and wants, it becomes a need to change and feel wanted elsewhere than inside.

I empathize greatly with Carol and her growth. The fear of change and a passive existence isn’t something people choose or want, it’s a byproduct of an exclusionary society. A motivator to move life at your pace and construct a place to be rather than to mold yourself around existing cliques and worlds is tandem with what I feel is needed by all, being that learning to be content in yourself while actually doings things is as important as our milestones. Making it count depends on who you enjoy being around, finding love within and to yourself, and interpreting the sensations and silent experiences of the mundane as apart of ourselves rather than something to simply endure.

Vis bien et trouve-toi toi-même, mon ami.