I’m sitting here in the historic seaport town, known for a film named after their pizza joint. My feet dangle off the side of this dock and I’m wondering how it is that Ive gone from a stormy forest of pines, to a sunny bamboo forest, to this quiet dock.

I woke up this morning on my bean bag under the window, the sun shone over my head. A new day, another opportunity to learn something new, and more moments with myself.

Everyone seems like they are in such a rush. Is that what society has done to us? Go here, run over there, grab this, take care of that. No thanks. I seem to be inching closer and closer to that quiet home in the forest.

These small moments, the ones I’m having here right now, are what I want to live for. I want to be completely in the moment. I sit in silence next to my friend and we watch the loons dip their heads in and out of the water.

There seems to be other people here enjoying the moment but all of them are seniors. Does it really take most of us that long to realize what’s important in life? Am I weird for viewing the world as a child does. Am I strange for reminding myself that I will die, and to seize the day?

Whatever. Guess it’s just me, my friend, and the ones who’ve grown tired of living for everyone else. If you’re looking for us, we’ll be right here, watching the waves on the sea.