There are so many things in this world to experience, it makes me sad sometimes when I think of all of them I won't. And I don't just mean things like seeing the plains of Africa or watching the aurora; Those are things that I might see, or might not. Those are things that can pretty much be done at any time. But that's the real issue here: time.
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Romantics like me, we thrive on experiences, whether it be the kind anyone else would call a real important thing, to the smallest instance of the feel and smell of a brisk, windy day, or the shape and color of a cloud. In fact, I would say I have more appreciation for life then most people do, simply because although I may not experience some of the "bigger" things that they do, I can take pleasure in the smallest of things, and because of it, the greater things are all the sweeter, when and if they come along. Missing an experience when it happens, I don't plan on doing; I don't holde grudges, not even against Fate. At least, not a big one... ;) Living in the now... *nods* that's important.
But my mind is too restless, even as it's simple enough to delight in simple, petty things, to stay comepletly here. Because I'm also a thinker, and when my mind turns inward, and contemplates life, it has time for melancholy at the days past. Sadness is perhaps too strong a word for them, and regret definitly so... for most of them. But enough to cast a shadow on my face, for the time.
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