I think about a good life
Still dark.
The first sounds are the kookaburras laughing.
I can hear the surf, which means the winds have changed direction.
There is a full moon, and a sunrise to view. All-be-it is rising at 4:45 AM at this time of year.
Eager to make it to the beach to catch the colours.
I like first light, morning bird sounds, and being around before the crowds.
There is something about dawn that makes me happy.
Witnessing the source of life, our sun, crest the horizon.
I think about a good life. How to live one.
We have to find the anchor points even against every constraint. The ability to witness new beginnings, even when our days feel impossibly burdened.
Those I admire, under the kinds of suffering I hope to never know, found beauty and meaning in the weeds pushing through the cracks in concrete.
Complaining is easy. There is always someone or something to blame. I, like most, have fallen into the easy arms of being a victim of this or that.
To choose how we respond is to know our agency. I can live as a victim of circumstances I cannot control, or I can find the edge where life is.
It is always there, inviting me to know it again.
Photo Taken November 17th 2024, Article written November 17th 2024
