It seems we are all in a hurry, trapped in a game to obtain,
that forces us to abstain from the simple and free things that we
take for granted because they are not encrusted with diamonds or TV cameras.
I have to force my self off the bottle of post-modern industrial capitalism at intervals
to just slow down and really see the things around me and enjoy them for what they are.
It helps me stay more thankful and not take myself too seriously.
The simple things resuce you from where you're trapped. Maybe its the sound of an old friend's voice. Maybe its a smell that reminds you of summers as a kid. Maybe its just a kind smile that reminds you that everything is going to be fine. There are simple things everywhere. Much like the wind, whether you notice or not; the evidence of the simple things is always there.