There are a few moments in my childhood I can remember so vividly that I am virtually living these moments again when I think about them. I can still smell what I smelled and feel what I felt; Like the smell of freshly mowed grass and the sensation of the summer sun on my skin. But most of all, I can still sense how I wasn’t worried about the future, didn’t care about bills to pay, and wasn’t concerned at all about anything. I just lived in the moment.
I miss that feeling a lot.
It’s sad to admit, but writing the last sentence made me realize that I do not take the time to appreciate any given moment in my life anymore. Every moment is merely a leg on the race to finish the day. No wonder weeks fly by.
Why do we rush so much? What is the reward? What is there to gain?