It was a balmy Tuesday and daylight was nearing eventide. The sunlight on the newly laid wood floor unsuccessfully urged me to rid myself of the feelings of idleness and purposeless that had seized me. Characteristically, I began to analyze why I might feel this way by taking an inventory of my actions throughout the day: made breakfast, went kick-boxing, read, practiced, made bread, straightened the house, etc. My mood lacked a reasonable explanation. Then this thought alighted: I had not interacted with another person all day. I don't know if this phenomenon is universal, but for me, human contact and relationships, especially with friends and family, is a key ingredient for leading a meaningful life.
2 years ago
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I completely agree. I was just thinking along those lines in the past week. I found myself in one of the largest cities in the world, with more to do than I could ever participate in, or even make a list of (since I am so fond of lists), and I realized-
Though I love the things a large city offers- the culture, the events, the sites, the shops, the people watching- and all the world that I thought I was destined to live in,
I would never be happy unless I had one thing- just what you are talking about- human contact and relationships, with friends and family. I realized that if I had not had my traveling companion I would have been utterly depressed. You can go an entire day without talking to one person who truly cares about you- and that is disheartening.
Traveling is an interesting thing- it broadens your mind, vanquished assumptions, prejudices, and generalizations, but equally- it makes you appreciate home, and makes you realize what you love and that those things can be available if you but look for them.
I did miss you Mary, and wished you were there.
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