What would the 20something me have thought? Sitting in a quiet cafe, hanging out with a friend, drinking tea, and just talking on an afternoon counts as a good time? Impossible!
But it’s true. The days of hitting the bars and clubs are long since gone. Noise for noise sake really. I don’t totally disdain the experience. I was a different person back then and my priorities were different. Young people generally want excitement. I wanted to live all of life as much and as quickly as possible. This meant going clubbing, finding new restaurants, doing whatever I was told was the most desirable experiences out there. I doubt that the younger me would find my current life appealing.
But one day I found myself in that similar situation and had this feeling that I had lived this exact same moment over and over again. I’ve written in a previous post that “when it’s time to go, it’s time to go”. By this I mean that we may indeed try to keep a situation going by reapplying ourselves with more vigor and for a time we may succeed but sometimes it’s best to save our energy and move on. That’s where I was in the mid 2000’s.
Over time I have come to appreciate the simpler pleasures that life affords us and what I am doing now gives me a feeling of satisfaction and joy that I never felt before. Some would call this maturing or growing up. I just accept it as part of who I am now.
These moments of simple pleasure are all too rare an experience given work schedules, family pressures, and whatnot but I aim to take advantage of this rare experience as much as I can.
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