I was reminded a little while ago how simple things can bring so much pleasure. It brought back memories of living on the river and teaching myself to cook. Having to make my own bed and wash my own clothes. Having so little room, when friends would come over we had to sat outside. Drinking beer, talking shit, and staring at the stars. I’ve often spoke about the fish camp, sitting on a bluff next to the river. How simple life was compared to now, and how complicated it felt back then.
With maturity comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes more of your moments getting stolen away. Looking back just the last 30 years and the whole thing seems a blur. I worked, I raised, I provided; but it wasn’t until a few years ago that I really grew. For better or for worse, my life has changed, my priorities have changed. I’ve learned to appreciate the moments. To savor the food I eat, enjoy good conversation, and to appreciate every breath I take.
It’s sad to see my children running around never really enjoying the moment. Even my bride continues to go at a hurried pace. Often getting frustrated with me, because I’m so slow. But I’ve leaned, if I don’t slowdown and take a moment; physically and mentally, I can feel it. Maybe you’re not in as crappy a shape as I am. But that shouldn’t stop you from slowing down and appreciating the world around you. Do your best to un-complicate your life. Give some conscious thought to what you need and don’t need. Used to I couldn’t wait to get away from that river. Now I so wish I was back there again.