Time passes…and I think that we could be better at appreciating the moments and instances of friendship, family and sometimes…just the simple encounters in our lives that make up the bulk of our existence. It’s this space in between what we believe to be the important interactions and events of our day, when in fact it might just be the stuff that happens in middle that shapes us more than anything else…the black matter of our personal little universe. There is so much of our life that never properly gets processed and vaulted in our memories…only because at the time it failed to make a strong impression and take hold…which I find from time to time a little sad, and not sure how to reconcile. I am thinking about this conundrum because of a recent event…and what I am searching for in my memory are some solid recollections of the dozens of casual interactions shared, but I am struggling, seeming only to stir shadows and remnants of memories. So I am left a little disappointed in myself for not paying closer attention…not investing more in making better memories…and failing to recognize the importance of those few, and sadly now…our final encounters.
Fishing CR 2012 – Photo by LL
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Lawrence Lewis
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.” – Henry David Thoreau
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂