Across a field.

I walked across a field at lunch today.

I enjoyed the crunchy grass below my feet. My grey and white checkered vans enjoyed it too. If it were alive it'd say how much the texture was to its liking. The only qualm would be the thorns and hard stems that somehow made their way into my shoes and stuck to my socks. I was poked as I trodded along this unbeaten path. it made me think about the things I enjoy.

I have this feeling that I need to be productive in some way. Some how. To prove myself to some people...and mostly...now...to my self. What I enjoy? The simplest of simple pleasures. its not good enough for everyone I guess. Can't the cool breeze be the source of happiness anymore? Must there always be much more to enact contentedness? Id imagine ancient humans being happy with their environment...and that imagination, creativity and a need to manipulate the environment be the reasoning behind change....not boredom, not discontent.

Really...the little things are quite exciting to say the least. You make it your own...and that makes it exciting.

I wish I were in a better position right now. Things aren't going so well...at least some aspect are fairing well...but I'm dealing with some loss here.

My only satisfaction has come these simple pleasures. Simple things that I can enjoy and connect to ancient humans...bc I'm sure they enjoyed the same things too.

My english teacher in hs...threw many a quote at us...when it boiled down...the only one I can ever remember was "simplify, simplify" by thurough (I'm sure I'm spelling his name wrong)...but he wouldn't mind so much methinks. Simply stated...simplicicity is a key.

I hope to write in here more. I miss this. Amongst many other things that I miss....but this here is a part of myself that I was/have been losing a grip on.

Not just writing...but appreciating the little things.