Tonight, as I watched the sunset from the shoreline of the lake that I grew up on, I had the most vivid memory. I was 16 years old and my dream was to be a landscape photographer when I grew up. My absolute most favorite thing to photograph at the time was the sunset. Whenever I would sense that it was going to be a good one, I would hop in my Jeep and hightail it down to the water’s edge for a perfectly unobstructed view of the scene that was about to unfold. I always had my little point and shoot film camera on hand to properly document what I’d seen and to this day, three of those enlarged prints still hang proudly in my mom’s living room.
There wasn’t anything special about those photographs but there was definitely something special about the ritual that I was subconsciously creating. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was creating a habit of stopping in my tracks to appreciate the beauty of the world around me.
I may not do it daily, but when a sunset unfolds like the one that did tonight, I stop and savor it. Every last bit of it.
I think the more sensitive we are to life’s most simple pleasures, the more pleasures we discover. All resulting in more joy that we’re able to squeeze out of this one little lifetime.