My partner on here wrote about a simpler life, and at first I read it with sweat nostalgia. Now I read it with a craving to go back there...to the way things used to be...maybe even to being a kid again with not so many worries and concerns. This makes me think of my recent train trip. When riding the train I felt renewed by this simpler way of travel. You had to come in contact with people instead of hiding out in your box of a vehicle. You could look out the window and see the land instead of only seeing the tail lights of the cars in front of you.
Now for my disclaimer: I DO NOT consider myself to be a writer. I have NO aspirations of being a great writer. I do enjoy writing as a way to express my thoughts and feelings. For the most part it helps me process...much like a journal. BUT on occasion I do jot down a little something. On the train I did just that. I NEVER share these things with anyone, because like I said I am not a writer (or good at spelling and grammar!). Today though I feel compelled to do so.
Some quietly observing. That's me-- looking and watching.
Trying to discover self.
Self in humanity, where do I fit in?
A jerk or a hop.
A push and a bump.
Wobble on your legs.
Sit and feel the motion of the rails.
This is the way we travel.
Tractor dust blowing in the wind.
And the sun beats down.
The fields produce.
This is real.
The dirt, the plants, the sun and the rails.
I suppose that there are times that I feel like living the simple life would be easier...more satisfying. Who really knows. The grass is greener. Today though I choose to be satisfied with my life.
Signed the rambling, ranting, complaining...trying to be satisfied