It’s 8:10 pm on Sunday night and I was just outside on my terrace, reading one of my all-time favorite comics–Hellblazer–and thinking that, sometimes life can be a little bit of all right.
There’s still a little dampness in the air from an afternoon storm to the north, but there was a nice breeze, and I had my feet up on the foot stool, and as I heard the whoosh of the Sunday night traffic going by and the rustle of the leaves, I was in deep, reading about the King of the Vampires gettinIt’s 8:10 pm on Sunday night and I was just outside on my terrace, reading one of my all-time favorite comics–Hellblazer–and thinking that, sometimes life can be a little bit of all right.
There’s still a little dampness in the air from an afternoon storm to the north, but there was a nice breeze, and I had my feet up on the foot stool, and as I heard the whoosh of the Sunday night traffic going by and the rustle of the leaves, I was in deep, reading about the King of the Vampires getting what he had coming to him.
Just some escapist fun on a Sunday night, without any thought of tomorrow, or even 10 minutes from then. I was totally in the moment–in that moment–and for that moment, it’s exactly where I wanted to be.
Which brings me to a larger point, which I’ve been kicking around lately, which is that, in total, I haven’t been making as much time for myself as I’d like. Spending too much spare time in front of the TV because, well, it’s easy. Just point and click.
I go through these phases now and again, when I need to remind myself to just sit and listen. To play some music. To call an old friend (which I did last week). To, like a kid, just let my mind wander and see where it takes me. Because it’s just so darn easy to get caught up in the churn of regular life that days and weeks and months can just go by and then I can’t believe the Spring is over and the Summer and then it’s Fall and …
So I’m just taking a moment to cherish a moment–and in it’s way, a type of moment–that I hold dear. Letting myself drift into the realm of somewhere else. Not [i]escaping[/i] life, but [i]enjoying[/i] it. Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy my life, but I am reminded once again that the little moments are mostly what make up my life, and the more little moments I can enjoy in their own little ways, the more they add up. And if I string enough of those little moments together, well, that’s a life. A life filled with a heck of a lot more than just getting by.
And all it took to remind me was a comic book about a shadowy British bloke named John Constantine taking on the King of the Vampires.
Go figure.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/07/04 18:41
