I’ve said it before, but I’m continually amazed by how things work out in life.
It’s crazy to me how I can go days on end with a bullet proof diet, being well hydrated, completely sober and not have one deep, “intellectual” thought. Then in a hungover haze, full of 2 a.m. regret pizza, in a bedroom devoid of light, be struck with realizations that really cut to the core of me.
Life has no sense of timing.
Moments of clarity choose you, not the other way around.
I’m very lucky. That knowledge is never lost on me. I try to remain as humble as I possibly can on a day to day basis. It’s one of the things that keeps me hungry, keeps me pushing. Because of that, I’d say that the idea of “happiness” is kind of a difficult one to define for me. I’m constantly measuring, analyzing, rehashing and re-executing. It’s just kind of my nature- most people who know me will tell you the same.
But today, this morning (most people’s afternoon), that all just melted away. For the first time- seriously.
I don’t know what did it, but I know it definitely had something to do with Stout being velcro’d to my side, in a dead sleep. Maybe it had something to do with his hypnotic deep breathing, maybe the bed was just extra comfortable today.
It doesn’t matter.
I guess I realized today that sometimes you need to stop chasing happiness. In fact, running after it may be the worst way to attain it. I think you just need to stop, take a big deep breath and look around.
I think when words fail, when you feel a moment that you’d be perfectly content to live out in eternity, when you’re flush with warmth- from your core to your skin, when it wells up in your eyes and runs down you face – and you look over and see the same in the person you love.
Scratch that. That’s heaven.
Have an awesome long weekend guys.