The other day I celebrated my first ever birthday without my father being around.
Without his inevitable phone call: an hour long ramble covering all manner of issues, from popular TV shows to world politics, usually ending with a dissection of the current state of advertising.
My birthday was always a good excuse for he and I to catch up.
This year, the lack of that important element hit home.
Especially when people asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Plants? Books? An iPad2??
It made me stop and think.
And realise what I'll be asking for each year from now.
(Warning: this gets a bit soppy...)
- To see and hold the people I love.
- To experience the warmth of friendship. (Facebook’s birthday reminders do a great job of helping people feel great.)
- To be pain free. (I know. This seems random. But how many of us ever really appreciate the feeling of feeling 'nothing' I wonder? The definition of bliss.)
That’s it.
It’s the small stuff that’s important.
Only, the small stuff isn’t small at all.
It’s all that really matters.
So. What's your small stuff?
At the station yesterday a voice over the loudspeaker asked "May I have your attention please?"
ReplyDeleteAn oddly formal phrase, but it made me think - having someone's attention is a really precious thing, when it's fully and happily given