Journal #5
Life needn't be complex to
be enjoyed. The ordinary has just as much to offer as the extraordinary.
I have a close connection to home,
but I don’t get to go there as often as I would like. This weekend, though, I
didn’t have to. Home came to me.
Mom, Dad, Nana, and Grandpa made the
7-hour trek to Tigerville, SC to watch their son/grandson march the first
halftime show of his college career. I was flattered and excited, but more so I
was grateful just to have 47 hours to be with them. I was busy with school and
marching band for much of that time, but Saturday morning we, together with my
cousin Hannah, needed to find something to do. Normally, my mind and spirit
associate “fun” with adventure. Hiking, kayaking, running, flying, exploring and
the like are among my favorites. I don’t consider a day complete if my muscles
aren’t sore and my mind thoroughly worked out. This weekend, though, was
different. All we did was shop at three stores: Wal-Mart, Pecknel’s Music, and
REI. Wandering through the endless aisles of goods, I found myself satisfied
simply to be with them. That’s all. At that moment, I was having just as much fun as I would have had I been conquering
the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro. Love is worth more than any adrenaline-induced
moment of elation.
Walking back from the Café on Sunday
evening, I noticed the sun gently highlighting the mountain-sloped horizon.
There were no bright, fluffy clouds. The sun hadn’t even thrown out its
fiery-red rays of glory. All that was left of the day was a cool, reminiscent
glow. What a perfect way to end the weekend, I thought. It was beautiful. It
was beautifully simple.
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