What counts is the opposite of what is countable and directly aligned with what is tell-able.
I was out walking the other night after a rainstorm, and a puddle brought forth the image of a child hopping in it with both feet. I told myself I should do that very thing. Then, I looked down at my $100 + pink running shoes and had second thoughts. After finding a much smaller puddle, I decided to follow my instinct as there would barely be a splash. In that moment, I simultaneously envied that childlike innocence and realized its irretrievable loss. Sure, I am free to jump both feet in a full-size puddle, but I can’t ignore the cost of those shoes and the fact that I will have to clean them after.
Beyond feeling nostalgic, this moment started me on the path toward what really matters.
What matters to children is the experience. Nothing else counts. Experiencing, experimenting. Feeling the heat of an open flame, jumping off a balcony into a snow bank, sliding, running, being thrown in the air by a father’s loving arms, being surprised by the discovery of a body part. We have the good fortune to experiment, to discover, to feel in a material world. Every minute is a sensory experience… touching the keys on a keyboard, hearing the notes it produces cascading like a refreshing waterfall.
Being old means no longer experiencing the world and staying within the confines of comfortable habits. We all have at least one day a week where we are old – our hands touch without feeling, our eyes gaze without seeing, we breathe without smelling, our mind a theatre production out of touch with our physical reality.
What are you experiencing today, dear Seekers?