My son, his family and I were walking a trail through the Smokies when I had to stop and let them finish. Since that day, I have lived with the regret that I had to stop and rest and didn’t get to see the small waterfall. It was only today that I finally realized that sitting creek side, I saw how it moved through the creek bed and the interaction of bugs, birds, and the flora in that small area.
It was hard to watch other hikers pass me going to the end of the trail that I had planned on walking. They were all strangers and there was no resentment just sadness for my own lost opportunity to go and see. For that is what my life has been about since I was old enough to ambulate on my own. It’s a curiosity thing. The joy of knowing what is around the corner or the world to see, feel, and touch those lands or states that before had been a mere dream.
But, in retrospect, perhaps, opportunities were missed to enjoy moments as they occurred. That child’s laugh, so carefree trilling along the air, or perhaps, a kiss saying thank you from a grateful spouse. Sitting there by the water running so quietly to its own destination it is easy to think only of the destination when life really is about the journey.