Sometimes I find myself wondering, mentally wandering really, what it would be like to live a simple life. One where I worked with my hands and the sun kissed my face lovingly as I toiled. A life not lacking in work, but without busyness; without the sense that there must always be something to do, something to catch up on, something to see.
The picture that my mind holds of such a place is always by the sea. An isle, full of natural beauty and salty, tropical air. Though I won’t have much in the way of money or possessions, I’ll always have enough, plus some to share. And life, while simple, is never easy. But at the end of the day, when the sky is dark and I exist in the hazy limbo between asleep and awake, a feeling of peace will wash over me, a profound contentment with who and where and why I am.