It’s amazing, as I get older, how I find myself missing the simple things. Life is so complex: the journey is to find order out of chaos and a balance that’s good enough for all.
Nowadays I find myself missing where I grew up. My friends, the woods, getting lost in them. Going down to the river to fish. Playing paintball in the field. Heading up into the woods at 5am for white tail deer hunting.
Technology is great. We’ve made so many advancements as I species and we can do great things. The downside of all that technology is constant distraction. Too many choices. The more complex a system is, the more chaos.
Oh, a simpler time. A man on a horse on a journey. Enjoying the act of exploring, of just being. The most advanced instruments of his life a rifle and a pocket watch.
That feeling of “new” experiences drive us. That being said, enough of is enough.
I long for a simpler time. Of simpler things. Less distraction, more substance. Happiness in the journey. We all know the destination.
