Finished

Finally finished reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance after jogging into the park.

I laid there on a grassy hill, closed the book and placed it onto my chest and just stared into the sky. Children were playing in the park just below me, and a jet roared by and echoed over nicholas charron lake. Lonesome. That's how I felt.

But the thought that followed was "Life's too short to worry about the small things." and it's true. I listened to the kids laughing and lifted my neck up to catch a glimpse of a woman pushing her daughter on a swing. They were laughing, and the issues that were weighing me down fell into perspective as little things.

Life's beauty is hard to see at times. I forget it now and then, when I focus too much on the small things. When I squint, and I stare and toil away at the computer, or worry about feuds or work or money and so on, the beauty of the world dissipates into the background and is eventually, no longer in the picture.

We take so much for granted, or least I believe I do. When I stop and think about it, I'm not only lucky to be alive, but I'm lucky to be able to write these words, to participate in experiencing existence in itself. When I consider all these things, the little issues don't weight as much.

I don't want to spend my life perseverating about the little things, to focus and spend so much of my attention on things, like grains of sand on an entire beach that is being ignored. I want to roam with my chin up on that beach of sand, and take it all in. To be aware of all the opportunities that such people miss. That I have missed. I was in a box, and it's time now, again, to come out of it, and see what is going on outside of that little world I was in.