Simple is as Simple does
Sometimes in the evenings I think about taking up hobbies to distract myself from thinking about you.
I recall all the nights we spent star gazing and drive myself to buy a telescope.
I see things on far away planets that you and I never picked up on, we didn’t need to look at things that closely.
This just isn’t working out I think. To much attention to detail can drive a person crazy. The over analysis of something that was once a favorite can kill the passion for most things you hold.
I enjoyed the simple white lights.
And then i think about all the times we went to the lake, and I buy myself a boat. I motor around the lake, disturbing all the beauty that is its serenity. Not really stopping to enjoy the view, I get lost in the speed, destroying all the things about me. The water ripples everywhere, the fish hide deep in the bottom of the vast choppy body of water. Moving to fast can ruin anything that starts off well. The speed that seems dangerous and fun at the time can kill any thing you have.
I enjoyed a simple dip in the water.
I then think about all the times we just drove for the sake of driving, and being together, and i buy a new car. The plush new seats aren’t formed to my body, the new car smell makes me nauseous, and the CD player playing music that reminds me of you doesn’t distract me from the fact that you actually aren’t there. The roads are long, and the drives are painful and I remember that it wasn’t the drives I liked. Replacing things never fills the void that you hold. It could entertain you shortly, but in the long run, you will still breath the same air, and die like everyone else.
I enjoyed the simple trips.
There was that time that we borrowed money from your dad and flew to Calgary for the weekend. I liked the traveling, so i bought a ticket to France. I saw some fancy paintings and ate crepes; But not even the Eiffel tower could compare to the hilarious in flight movie we watched, or the two star motel we stayed at. Sometimes its not where you are, but who you’re with. Even the strongest of people don’t like to be alone.
I enjoyed the simple company.
I’m now sorting through photos of you and I. The happy times flood my memory and I don’t mind thinking about you for now. All the things captured on film hold so many events and memories that I couldn’t bare giving up. Even the sourest of endings hold some grace.
Sometimes things are best left simple.
I took up Photography.
