As a youngster, I used to want, want, want and as an old man, I still want, want, want. The difference is in not only what it is that I want now versus then – but how what I want brings me joy.
It has taken a life-time of frivolous consumption to figure out that I cannot buy ‘joy.’ For me, joy comes from watching the sun rise or set, seeing the first bud on a long dormant tree, snow fall in the mountains, a sudden rain-shower, neighborhood kids at play, a Robin hunting for worms, or to simply watch a dog maw-down on a bone.
Shoot – a clean white tee-shirt, a pair of jeans, comfortable boots, a warm jacket, my camera, a notebook and my old pickup truck bring me joy. They’re the tools I use to explore and experience life – which also brings me joy.
We all need to find our joy – however each of us defines it. So, what is your joy?