|"Afternoon Walk", oil, by Sharon Schock|
-- Henry David Thoreau, “Walking”
I could say, with Thoreau, that not only should every walk be a sort of crusade, but so, for me at least, should every day and every hour and every moment. I’m not talking about taking up arms against life and living like a fighter who wants to force his way through, but rather about battling against boredom and a weary way of living. I’m talking about fighting to find the treasure in a typical day, the secret abundance in each hour, the store of riches in every second of my life. I want my life to be a campaign to uncover the wealth that always waits around the next corner, in the next hour, not far from my fingertips. Thoreau thought of a walk as an adventure, a feat of fearlessness and discovery, and that’s the way I want to live my life. The vast wealth called contentment and well-being waits to be stumbled upon each second, if only I can be brave enough to stay lighthearted and on the lookout. I look forward to striving to see the miracles being made all around me. I wish to lobby for the good fortune that wants to give itself to me, moment after moment.