If you could see just one last thing.
What would that thing be?
My decision was easy.
For me.
It would be a tree.
If you could see just one last thing.
What would that thing be?
My decision was easy.
For me.
It would be a tree.
Can a companion be a real friend?
Can you truly love a friend?
Is friendship more than companionship?
Is love no more than a form of friendship?
1) Probably not.
2) Yes.
3) Definitely.
4) I think so.
There was a time I looked in mirrors.
Cared about how others saw me.
Worried about wearing the right thing.
Never brown shoes with a blue suit.
That time has gone.
Blogging regrets.
Do I have any?
I think not.
My life exposed.
The past examined, and critiqued.
By me.
A good thing, I’m sure.
Is nostalgia something to be avoided?
Many think it is.
The believe you should live for the day.
Or at least look to the future.
But nostalgia can be like a comfort blanket.
Or a cup of hot chocolate, on a cold day.
It can be reassuring.
Is that so bad?
Really?
Being sad is not always a bad thing.
Sadness can come from memories.
Those are often good memories.
Even when prompted by sadness.
Elephants in the wild are an amazing sight to see.
As are the amusing antics of a chimpanzee.
But now watching ants on a log.
Or my contentedly sleeping dog.
Is more than enough for me.
I thought of something earlier.
And then it slipped my mind.
So it probably wasn’t important.
Or was it?
I will never know.
I once travelled the world.
In search of wonders to see.
Now I realise they were all here.
In front of my eyes.
I just wasn’t looking.
But now I see.
I spent so much time searching for things I thought I needed, or wanted.
Emotional things, physical things, tactile things.
Possessions in the hand, or of the mind and spirit.
Only to discover I had them all the time, and hadn’t realised.
That they were never what I had expected them to be.