2008 Woodie Awards
Remembering the simple things
By: Ally Blankartz
Issue date: 3/14/08 Section: Forum
I ask my loyal readers to take a moment with me to put aside the stresses of midterms and the impending end of the semester. I ask you to take the opportunity to join me in remembering the simple things in life.
To dwell upon those moments of raw joy can at times be enough to improve a foul mood or lift the darkness from a difficult week. At times it's the simplest of pleasures in our lives that can provide the most solicitous sense of joy and happiness.
For some it is the most mundane of routines that if scrutinized to the finest of extent, yield a sense of deep comfort and security. For me, the mundane routine that culminates in a profound sense of ecstasy is making the journey home.
Perhaps it the fact that I have been blessed with an indescribably loving family that makes this journey so relaxing. Nonetheless, I feel that everyone should be able to feel these raw and unrestrained feelings of joy and happiness when at their homestead.
There are no mere words to describe the consolation and familiarity of home.
The nostalgic sights, sounds and smells that encompass your being with relaxation and erase all cares from your mind. The proverbial road signs that can bring a tear to one's eye once their color and shape grace your ocular perception.
Those green metal beacons act as personal welcome, signaling your brain that you are within a mile of home. Each mile marker heralds your return to the home town. Those tired and true, worn down travel routes that bear your weary feet and forlorn mind to a place of sanctuary and repose.
The tires of your vehicle wear down the pavement as the scenery swims past. The horsepower chomping at the bit as it races the other cars eagerly heading to desired destinations. The family whose arms are always affectionate and understanding, the eyes of the parent in which you can do no wrong.
The wholly uplifting unconditional love that is experienced simply by placing one well traveled foot over that threshold.
To dwell upon those moments of raw joy can at times be enough to improve a foul mood or lift the darkness from a difficult week. At times it's the simplest of pleasures in our lives that can provide the most solicitous sense of joy and happiness.
For some it is the most mundane of routines that if scrutinized to the finest of extent, yield a sense of deep comfort and security. For me, the mundane routine that culminates in a profound sense of ecstasy is making the journey home.
Perhaps it the fact that I have been blessed with an indescribably loving family that makes this journey so relaxing. Nonetheless, I feel that everyone should be able to feel these raw and unrestrained feelings of joy and happiness when at their homestead.
There are no mere words to describe the consolation and familiarity of home.
The nostalgic sights, sounds and smells that encompass your being with relaxation and erase all cares from your mind. The proverbial road signs that can bring a tear to one's eye once their color and shape grace your ocular perception.
Those green metal beacons act as personal welcome, signaling your brain that you are within a mile of home. Each mile marker heralds your return to the home town. Those tired and true, worn down travel routes that bear your weary feet and forlorn mind to a place of sanctuary and repose.
The tires of your vehicle wear down the pavement as the scenery swims past. The horsepower chomping at the bit as it races the other cars eagerly heading to desired destinations. The family whose arms are always affectionate and understanding, the eyes of the parent in which you can do no wrong.
The wholly uplifting unconditional love that is experienced simply by placing one well traveled foot over that threshold.
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