The best times in life are not when you’re trying to make money to satisfy the American dream. It’s not the times when the hustle and bustle of life causes you to run around spastically, trying with all your might to satisfy your responsibilities. This world’s riches my be the endgame of the majority of life’s denizens, but it does not render true contentment. The best times in life are the simplest.
It’s when you can sit outside at twilight and type a blog post, reflecting on the beauty of life and the peace you feel knowing everything will be okay. It’s when your greatest concern is mosquito irritating your arm, the pressure of grades and work and relationships left in a box you can reopen in a little while.
A flash of light.
A glance from a friend.
A moment of inspiration.
The weight of the world is gone for just one moment in life, and it makes you light enough to cross a great divide and plunge into joy. It’s when you can randomly cook lunch for your fiancee, and enjoy an afternoon filled not with presumptions or frustration, but simply friendship. It’s when you can walk down a dirt road and realize that you are more than the collection of technology and material goods that surrounds you. When faith and opportunity collide, and you become close to everything, including yourself. It’s when you can help someone with the simple things. It’s when you hear a funny joke. It’s when you can pray together. It’s when you hear a melody you will never forget. It’s when you see a genuine smile amongst the sea of fake ones.
It’s when you wish a moment would go on forever. It is life, and only you are capable of drowning out the beauty of it. You make the best times in life.
[This post was originally published way back on June 6, 2013. But its undergone so many changes it’s hardly recognizable.]
[Also, here’s my answer to today’s Daily Post daily prompt. Banning words literally makes you an evil supervillian. I trust you see my answer.]