I barely miss the bus, and I think: oh good, now this; I have the time to find some shade and rest in the quiet of Arrazola.
I cannot deny that the life I have is beautiful. I am grateful to have close friends, interesting work, and the good fortune of possessing my own car and a beautiful home. I know how good it is to be able to get what I need and — sometimes even better — to share with others.
But I wonder if the greater joy is having the time to appreciate living. This half an hour I spend watching ants hauling sticks into their abode makes me think about the times my parents would pack us up after school to spend an evening eating Spam sandwiches and listening to the frogs croaking around Lake Fulmor until the desert cooled enough for us to return.
What could I live without?
More importantly, what do I live without already?
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