It has been just over a week since the dramatic fire at the neighbour's house took place. And even if I wanted to put that drama behind me, I am reminded of it each and every day when I walk out into the back yard. There is the house, or should I say, what is left of it.
One can't help but feel sad for the neighbours. Last Wednesday started out like every day prior, and I am sure that they would have had no thoughts about their house being engulfed in flames later in the morning. But life throws us some curve balls every now and again. No doubt we could all tell a few stories about unexpected occurrences that have happened to us. Somehow we just have to live through whatever takes place, for as long as we are able.
But for The Thoughtful Wanderer, this tragedy has had a profound impact on me. It's so easy to go through a day, and just take everything for granted. Most of us probably do just that. Life's good today, and it will be good tomorrow, or so we imagine that it will be.
Since that day, I feel like I am getting more out of each day that passes. I'm up earlier than normal, and I seem to notice little things that I didn't pay attention to before. And I am more in the moment than I have ever been in my entire life. For example, yesterday I was doing some weeding in the front yard. Let it be known that weeding isn't one of my favourite tasks, however yesterday I enjoyed each and every minute of the work. It didn't even seem like work. I think that I could have weeded all day long, but before I knew it, I had completed the job.
I feel more alive than I can ever remember, and the tragic incident next door was without a doubt the catalyst for this new view of life.
So I am very grateful for this new outlook on life, but at the same time I am sad for the neighbours.
grateful for every breath,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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