Do you remember when you were a kid? You felt everything: every bruise, bump, and cut. The heartbreak you felt when your mom told you that you couldn’t have that toy, or game. The fear when your parents yelled at you.
As you get older, all those feelings, those sensations, seem to weaken. Maybe it’s the repetition, feeling the same thing over and over again. Maybe its knowing the outcomes. Yes, your dad is yelling at you but he isn’t really going to spank you like he threatens.
Either way, here you are, 15, 20, 25 years later and you are going through all the motions of life without ever feeling anything. Alarm goes off, wake up, shower, make coffee, go to work, come home, kiss your spouse, cook dinner, go to bed. Wake up the next morning and do it all again.
Life is mundane. The things you used to get excited about, birthdays, Christmas, trips, seem more like a hassle than anything.
I cant help but wonder if we are all going to succome to the conventional reality that has taken over America.
I have gotten to that point with lust and emotions. Love, not for me. Relationships…overrated. I haven’t gotten there with other feelings though. I don’t ever want to get to that place in which I cant find excitement or joy in the little things. I hope I always am overwhelmed standing on the beach looking out at the ocean. I hope that I always find happiness in friendship, in nature, in my work. Otherwise what’s the point of life?
Find the guy that can make me feel all these things and he will have my heart. A guy that can sit and stare breathless at a sunset, captivated by its beauty. A guy that would rather go on a hike with me than sit at home playing video games. A guy that’s idea of a perfect date is going to a baseball game, drinking beer and eating hotdogs.
I don’t ever want to forget about the simple things in life, because they give me the most happiness.
