There's just something about night. It's where you can forget all the problems (or even joys) of the day and look forward to the hope of a new one. It is quiet, calm, and peaceful. I'm sitting at my desk looking out my window. I'm watching cars go across the Ballard Bridge. I'm watching boats travel through the Lake Washington Ship Canal. I'm sitting at my desk reading my bible and journaling about life. I am completely relaxed. It's funny, all my housemates are at work or out with friends. My girlfriend is in Portland seeing her friends. I am completly content being here alone. Heck, I'm not even a night owl. But it's nights like this where I could stay up all night, for no reason. I could keep on journaling. Keep on watching those cars, and keep on thinking of how much I love this life that I've been blessed with.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Blessing Through Darkness
There's just something about night. It's where you can forget all the problems (or even joys) of the day and look forward to the hope of a new one. It is quiet, calm, and peaceful. I'm sitting at my desk looking out my window. I'm watching cars go across the Ballard Bridge. I'm watching boats travel through the Lake Washington Ship Canal. I'm sitting at my desk reading my bible and journaling about life. I am completely relaxed. It's funny, all my housemates are at work or out with friends. My girlfriend is in Portland seeing her friends. I am completly content being here alone. Heck, I'm not even a night owl. But it's nights like this where I could stay up all night, for no reason. I could keep on journaling. Keep on watching those cars, and keep on thinking of how much I love this life that I've been blessed with.
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4 comments:
You've captured lightning in a bottle, friend. What you describe is the very elusive *peace* that some people spend a lifetime chasing.
Money can't buy it.
It can't be found if one looks too awfully hard.
This *wonder* that you discuss in your post-- marveling at the blessing of your life in the moment-- is the secret of life.
James Taylor wrote a song about the very feeling you mention. The lyric that runs over and over in my mind is the very *state* you describe -- and Taylor puts it like this:
"The Secret of Life is enjoying the passage of Time."
Your life so blesses mine.
I agree, we have to find peace and realize our blessings on a daily basis. Just sitting, knowing these things, is a beautiful feeling.
I love that song that Eric mentioned. James Taylor, in general (post mental-hospital days) sings to my soul.
And contentment in America is rare. you are a lucky man, Dan.
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