A park fit for a king

I took my new bike out for a spin around kings park today.

I cycled out along the swan river towards Kings park. Well I tried to, I had to stop every 10 meters as it was so beautiful I just had to stop in awe.

I got to the park and coasted around the edge facing the city. The views over the city and river were spectacular.

I found an Australian with language skills less than spectacular. He asked me how to spell 'ladder' I told him, to the response: "ah damn, I put double t." .... Double t..... Really?

I then cycled along the cliff some more before heading up to 'reflection point' in the botanic gardens.

I don't know if the title of the spot got me going subconsciously, or if this place really is as magical as it seems but I got thinking a lot as I sat in the garden. I was thinking about how lucky I have been throughout my travels and my life. Most things seem to pan out well. Not always as I had planed -rarely if truth be told- but always turn out good in the end. 

I also thought about how I have changed since I've been away. I'm not going to start spouting off about 'finding myself' or any of that bollaks; but I think I have become much more patient, more logical in my thinking and I definitely have so much more self control. 

The realisation that life is about more than one thing. It may be good for short periods to work, study or party intensively. But over a period of time even a good thing can easily become mundane and tedious. I think that is why it is important to try and experiance and do as much as I can in this life. Variety is the spice isn't it?

Some times it can feel like I 'can't' do something or it would be 'wrong' -so we're clear I'm talking about speaking to a stranger or climbing down a dangerous ladder, not killing someone or anything! I have started to realise by pushing through this fear, that if we think logically about the actual risks involved the only thing limiting us is our mind. Without sounding like a hippy, fear is all in our minds to limit us. If something is logically possible and safe(ish) then why the hell should you listen to that voice in your head saying "don't do it, don't talk to them they might be mean." Or "don't buy that." Or "don't go into that cave."

After this reflection I cycled up to the high DNA tower to watch the sun set majestically over the tree line and the distant city.