Life is so fragile. For the past few years it’s occurred to me how quickly it really goes. Maybe it’s watching children grow. Maybe it’s just what happens when you get older, but time doesn’t stretch on like an open road anymore, the destination is no longer a horizon line, the far off mountains are now visible to me.
I am so in love with life. I love sunshine and flowers, I love how things work together to create this beautiful world. I cherish my time differently now. I don’t plan nearly as much. I turn my phone off when I play with the children. I listen to the same sounds they’re hearing. I sit and think or watch them if I don’t have the capacity to join in play. This has allowed me to dial the lens to the left expanding the view to include more in the frame. I am not the only subject. There’s so much mystery to be curious about when you realize that.
It’s cruel we seem to have such a limited time, but it’s an exquisite gift we’re given. When I stop bucking around and soak it in, I’m moved to such demonstrative sensitivity to it all. I need so little for such profound joy.