Many days I wish I were more simple. Simple in thought, satisfied with the very simple things in life. Don't get me wrong I appreciate and relish all simple things. Love flowers in the garden, monarchs floating around, the sky at dusk and twilight, the laughter of children, warm rain on my body... I could go on and on. Yet theses things do not satisfy me, I am craving more and more of what I do not know? I become tired of being ordinary and living ordinary so much so that the thought of the things I think of doing cause me to shudder. But alas my moral compass stops me dead in my tracks before I do these things. Would I be happier if I did them? I fear I would not,it's that nothing satisfies mode, SAUDADE!!! Do others feel this way? How is it that they do not express it? They all seem happy living in the ordinary, making beds, washing toilets, driving their children around, how are they so satisfied with this? I am truly blessed and not complaining ...
