The beach is so much nicer than Atlanta. Way nicer. Since being home from our Destin vacation, reality and the contrast of life at home and life on the beach--and in my dreams--has really struck me.
The week at the beach was paradise, but if I lived at the beach I would probably dream of a farmhouse,
crisp fall days, brightly colored leaves, and a roaring fire in the
fireplace, as I looked out the window on my pasture full of contented
Humans are predictable creatures. Whatever is our every day experience, we always want what is not. We usually walk around not really seeing the pros of our every day life, while a short film of our "ideal" plays in our heads.
I don't think I will ever stop dreaming of my horse farm. It's my fondest dream. But while I'm day dreaming I often forget to be grateful for what is, right now.
The dream is so big.
The bank account is so small.
I understand that contrast is part and parcel of life; without it we would never dream; never desire better. It's true in the physical as well as the spiritual. I am not the person I wish to be, yet, so I desire to be better. I have not realized my dream of a horse farm, yet, but I keep my favorite dream close, and say to myself, Wouldn't it be nice............
My dreams, as well as my desire to become a stronger spirit, temper the contrast of the present, as does the most important element: gratitude.
Being with my family for an entire week filled me with so much gratitude to God for the wonderful people I have in my life, coming home to all that is the mess of our lives was suddenly different.
The mess has literally lost its power.
Gratitude, and the sense of wealth I have in people and relationships, not things, has been a welcome respite.
I am rich.
I like this reality.