Journal Entry November, 15 2016

“We do not remember days, we remember moments”

-Cesare Pavese-


I was at my wife’s cousins birthday party this past weekend. She’s turned 3. She is an amazing little girl. She has such energy and emotion for everything she does. Dramatic? Yes, but in the most amazing way. I am a pretty emotional, passionate, enthusiastic person. However, as I get older I find myself not enjoying some of the simple things in life.

I watched this little red head run around her living room playing with her birthday balloons. The joy in her face and sounds of excitement that we echoing through the house made it hard not to smile. Something so simple as a balloon made her so happy. She is nonjudgemental, pure, and full of life. That moment in time I saw happiness in it’s purest form.

I think that’s what draws me to fishing and hunting. It is a basal instinct in our genetic code. Something we can’t deny. My wife, who generally doesn’t fish, can’t deny the sense of joy she feels when she has a fish at the end of her line. She tells me time and time again, “I hate fishing”. Which is a complete and utter lie. I tell her every time she’s gone with me and hooks up, she enjoys every minute of it. These are the simple things that bring me the most joy. Time spent with family and friends. Time outside. Some of my fondest memories involve being outdoors, one or another. Nature, like that cute little red head, is pure, nonjudgemental and full of life. If you take a moment to enjoy the simplest of things, you may find that pure joy can be found easily.


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