I was travelling through LAX yesterday and saw a man in an airport cafe talking with what looked to be his 21 year old son. They were smiling, laughing and enjoying each other's company. I have 3 boys. Twins at 3 years old and a 1 year old and a 5 year old daughter.
I thought of the day when I was 19 and I rode my new Suzuki GS 700 up to my friend Mike's house. We lived in upstate New York and it was a glorious summer day. Sunny, warm and all plants, trees and and grass were a deep lush green. Mike and I had grown up togther. Right before he started his new 750 Honda Interceptor and I was just hanging out on my new Suzuki GS 700 he said, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time". We had been. Finally 19, on our own new, exciting motorcycles with nothing but adventure and life on a warm summer day in front of us. I think there will be days when my children become young adults and it will be a perfect day to just sit and talk with them.
I've had a lot of other perfect days and moments, everybody has. But, I wonder how frequently you can feel like that? How many of those peaks can be strung together tightly? I think the limiting factor for myself and most people, is ourselves. It's hard to prove, but not hard to understand, that perhaps we won't let ourselves be always happy. I like to think I worry too much and sometimes quote Tom Petty to myself "Most things I worry about never happen anyway". Let go. Life is abundant.
Perfect days past and coming. Today is pretty good too.
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