A cup of hot chocolate is always a good start for some mind wondering and deep thinking, luckily I was reminded to stock up on some by an equally sweet friend. I can’t seem to write about anything right now. That’s good and bad. Good because I won’t be blogging after today until next month around the 12th (or so I hope, exams are perilously close but a couple of posts here and there can’t be terrible). Bad … well because it was a little frustrating that I don’t know what to write about. No, it’s not writer’s block. I’ve a brief list but the topics require more than a short thought and I don’t have time for that at the moment.
I don’t like to write about myself too much so maybe a random thought on a morning drive will do.
I see those fields everyday I on the way to school, aren’t they beautiful! Every time I pass by I just wish that there was some way I can take the sunlit stalks of sugarcane with me everywhere with me inside and, not for the first time, a photograph just isn’t enough.
There’s something about the cool fresh morning air. The heart fluttering bird song carried in the wind. The sound of the coconut branches’ leaves rustling against each other and when it’s absolutely quiet you’d have sworn you were hearing the ocean. It really sounds like that especially when you’re close the the trees.
I was thinking I would love to surround myself with all this beauty and peace. No, I want to have it. But that isn’t really possible, now is it? Haha! I’ll settle to be content with being lucky enough to live in an area to see such a sight as often as I have.
But that led me to thinking about the desire for material stuff. One thing leads to another, you know what I mean? I believe I’m better off with what I have right now, though it’s natural to want things but I try not to want a lot. I’d rather be happy with what I have and not more, more, more … Because chances are that eventually at some point some or, if fate is unkind, everything we have can be lost forever and with all this attachment we have for these items we feel a blow to our person. Like a part of us is gone too. It’s kind of sad, really.
Maybe you’ve felt something similar when you’d lost that old fountain pen you’ve had since your days at high school (like ages ago …). I understand that with time things come to have meaning, yes, like an almost ancient family heirloom dating back probably since the 1800s and was given to you by your mother. A ring perhaps, one that’s been given from mother to daughter, or mother to son then to his wife and to the next generation.
Those kinds of items I’ve just mentioned, certainly it’s not wrong at all to have affection towards because they have memories attached to them, and more memories to add, but I’m taking about material affection on a large scale. I think it’s much safer and more rewarding to invest feelings toward the things we can’t touch, things that can’t be fought over or physically damaged. But we should come to appreciate the things that can be remembered, heard and felt.
I’m not saying I’ve achieved this state of not wanting, like I said before, but I’d like to and bit by bit I will reach a point where I’m comfortable at. It’s all about the little things in life that really satisfies us but most of the time we mightn’t notice this. Have you taken the time to see how that ‘thank you’ you said to the mailman or to a stranger who helped you up after you fell, affected him or her? That quiet and simple notion of gratitude really makes a person feel warm inside and can brighten his or her day. I know this, the feeling of being appreciated even for such a small act means a lot to me and to many others. You’ll see this on our faces and be happy that you said those couple words.
With the cane fields, the unbelievable blue of the sky this morning littered with huge white fluffy clouds and the tiny specks that were birds hovering over my head, I’m only glad that I had a chance to go about another day with my health in tact. I will remember how the breeze felt on my skin, I will remember the shade of lime green of the leaves when the sun shone in all his glory generously flinging golden beams far and wide.
No matter how far I go from home it’ll always be with me in those memories. In a way, perhaps not all, but a lot of what I have seen, touched, smelt, heard and tasted I’ll remember and then I can say they are mine because I’ve been there and lived in those moments. I can lose these if I forget them but what would be the harm in that? If I forget a memory then I won’t mind because I wouldn’t know I had it in the first place.
I want to live my life content with the shirt on my back, a stable roof over my head, with the photo album and video gallery embedded in my brain and the people who care for me and make my existence a fairly enjoyable and fruitful one, heck, even the difficult and annoying guys to spice things up. People, as I’ve come to understand, whether they are kind or horrible to us, they all have a lesson to teach us.
Methinks I’ve gone on long enough. What are your thoughts on material wants? Agree or disagree with something I’ve said? Have you anything else to add? Please don’t be shy to leave me a comment.