On our trip to Oregon I fell asleep with both of my children tucked up tightly under my arms. I was reminded at that moment what life was all about. It is in the wake of the day, in those slow quite moments that the best of life is revealed. I suppose that when my time comes and I am forced to look back upon my life. It will not be the most costly and largest adventures that I hold the most dear. But those simple times, when I was surrounded by unconditional love.
For some reason this was linked to a previous post called untitled 1. It was deep and depressing. But it was written five years ago and you appear to have moved from there to here. I suppose the minimalist life is what you’ve expressed here. In the end, it’s not money or fame, but the simple times where we are surrounded by unconditional love. That’s if unconditional love is possible from us imperfect humans.
Only in the eyes of children my wonderful father…. How else could I ever love you (smile)!!!