Thankful for the Selfish
I got to thinking last night,
when I should have been sleeping,
And not letting my mind-
Run wild with me.
Of all the selfishness
That becomes of a child.
We never truly appreciate our parents,
and the vast things they've done for us,
Until we're away and wish
to be young again.
I was thinking about all of my trips
with my dad.
And all the beautiful places I've been and seen,
And how unappreciative I was-
Wanting to be home and secure,
Grumpy because of the driving,
Because of of being a tourist.
And now that I think back-
It'll never be the same.
I'm so glad that I had the experiences,
But how does one portray,
How much they really love
What they were given-
When they were selfish.
To stay in hotels like this...
Or visit places like this (note- to the left, where you can't see, it goes down to an underground spring with a stone bench & all...beautiful...)
Or watch the sunrise here...
Or to have lived three miels from here.
To have seen this view at night, while listening to old men talk and smelling their fragrant pipe smoke...
To walk around this and talk to a goddess... all about love...
And to walk in the gardens here, and talk to ghosts, and learn...
Or to see where dreams have been realized.
To enjoy a wonder from another soil.
Or to be young and both awestruck and terrified.
To fall in love...
To find beauty in everything...
And mesmerized...
Mourning the fallen...
And respecting them.
And loving, remembering, & imagining.
So a shout out to my Dad-
who will probably never read this-
Thank you for the experiences,
and I really do appreciate them.
Love
Clair
Disclaimer: I didn't take any of the above photos, they were all googled, howver, on oodles and oodles of floppy disks at home, I have most of the same pictures, and I have seen everything in the pictures above with my own two eyes. :-)