Most of us dream of a better place, Modern Philosophers. That Shangri-La or Nirvana that we want to believe is truly out there because there has to be something better than the place we currently are.
It’s just human nature.
If there’s a perfect place to dream about, then there is a motivation to keep trudging on with life until we find that little bit of Heaven on Earth.
As for me, I’m not actively searching anymore. It’s not that I’ve found my perfect place, or given up on ever finding it, but I’m at a point in life where I’m understanding that my happiness does not depend upon my finding it.
I think Maine is pretty close to my perfect place. More specifically, my front porch on a rainy day, or my favorite bench on a quiet morning when the rest of the world has yet to awaken to annoy me.
I took that picture on my run this morning. That’s damn close to everything I need in life right there. I could spend the day in that spot, writing and being perfectly content.
I used to think I needed success, money, a beautiful wife, and a big family to have a perfect life, but now I realize that I find happiness in the simple things.
I enjoy my quiet time. Put a Yankees game on the TV, a glass of Snapple on the table, and just let me write without interruption.
That’s my Happy Place.
Sure, I wouldn’t mind an Oscar or an Emmy on my mantel, but I no longer think of myself as a failure because I haven’t won one.
I definitely would need to be writing full time in any version of Nirvana. I don’t have to be selling screenplays for six figures, running my own TV show, or topping the bestseller list, though.
My better place is closer than I realize, and I won’t die unfulfilled if I never make it there.
I’m not driving myself crazy searching for it anymore, but if I am lucky enough to stumble upon it someday, I will not waste any time spent there.
That’s my Modern Philosopher’s guarantee…
What’s your vision of a perfect place? Do you think you’ll ever get there?