There was a day...

As I look around me each day, I like to find something to inspire.  Some days are harder than others.  I was thinking about this last night as I watched a child looking out the window on the ferry I like to take when my schedule allows. This child was in awe of everything, her parents on the other hand not so much.  Yes they gave the cursory answers to their daughter's excited exclamations but in the fact they could care less was evident to me.  As I watched I wondered how many times was that me, I will not even bother asking my daughters as I already know the answer. There was a day...

The flip side is that when I was a child getting passed from family to family, there were those who encouraged my curiosity and of course there were those who I think wondered what in God's green creation was wrong with me. The point I suppose I am trying to make is in order to encourage the children I need to stop and listen to the Sea Lion, to watch the bees as they buzz from one flower to another.  I need to watch the young eagles soar for the first time.  I suppose though on those days when I am so tired when my youngest has questions not to diminish them by my lack of interest because there was a day...

To see the world through our dimmed down and tainted eyes tends to remove the wonder in the simple things in life.  Getting caught up in frivolous and mundane pursuits that we think mean so much when in the greater scheme of life they are nothing more than occupiers of our finite time has caused me, I know, to miss many a miraculous sight.  I for one at the end of my life do not want to be the one who says if only, because there was a day...

In hindsight even our more mature pursuits I believe have been over complicated with way too many debates and our own cynicism when life should be lived and enjoyed.  Definitely do not want to be that guy who looks back and says there was a day, sorry I missed it.