Sometimes I dream of taking off into the sky. There is such a strong need in me to do so. Every part of my body screaming out for me to run. Not necessarily run away. But to run. Run as far away as possible. After which I'd halt. Realising I'd made it to the end of the world. Of course, I wouldn't want to do all of this on my own. I'd want to share this with somebody. Anybody. As proof to someone more then myself that I'd done something worthwhile and meaningful. Not withstanding of course that all I'd done was make it to the end of the world. Being an accomplishment in it's self no less. For what's the point of accomplishing such a feat if there is nobody to realise that dream with you? To share with you that penultimate joy of stopping and taking a breath.
This post reminded me of that feeling that I have experienced of being lost. That feeling that something is missing. I'm not going to analyse what he wrote but just say that it resonated with me in a way that I cannot fully explain. However I feel very strongly that even though life is not always exciting it is full of small things that make life beautiful. It's those little things that happen on a daily basis that remind me how fortunate I am to be able to share moments with someone.
As I stated in my post Happy Moments! it is the small things that make us truly content. It's that glance of pure love or that moment when you laugh or just laying there with the person you love. I realise that my happiest moments have been during ordinary moments on ordinary days and they have always been when with someone I love.
My message to my readers is remember it's not the biggest events in our lives that make us the happiest but simple moments when we realise that someone loves us more than anyone else.