Contentment

It’s a humbling thing to stand at the foot of a mountain. A man doesn’t know how insignificant he is till he stares up at something that reaches halfway to heaven. Yup, it’s a humbling thing.

Me and Nameless were up in the mountains today. I didn’t plan on going any further than the high ground above the pine forest, but we just kept on going. Up there where the air is fresh and sweet, I gloried in the view across the Blogsville Valley and relaxed in nature’s quietude. 

‘Hey fella,’ I said when Nameless slumped beside me. ‘You’re supposed to be running around and getting some exercise. Exercise is good for you, keep’s your mind and body healthy.’ 

Well, Nameless did as Nameless does; he closed his eyes and fell asleep. And that was fine by me. I figured if Nameless was content, then I was too. Sometimes you just have to sit back and let things be, so I did, with a cigarette.

Contentment’s a wonderful thing. It comes from being comfortable with yourself and happy with what you got. If ever you a problem you can walk away from, start walking, then you won’t have a problem anymore. Ain’t always possible, I know, but don’t worry. Think of life as a series of big peaks and little peaks and you’ll get by a whole lot better, ‘cause even from the smallest peak, there’s always a big peak in sight. Just remember that.