“Good Morning!”

I could spend several hours talking about how amazingly wonderful my spring vacation was. The weather we experienced in Florida was hot and sunny. It was everything I had hoped it would be…and then some! We recharged our batteries…slept alot, drank and ate alot, swam alot and had a fantastic time.

My wife and I took a few walks on our vacation. A couple of them were on the beach…which is one of the nicest in North America. We would take our walk in the mornings….somewhere between 7:30 and 8:00am…before the heat of the day became too intense. The sun was brilliant, the air was a bit cool…but people were out…doing there thing.

While we would often talk alot about stuff going on…both on the home front as well as plans for later on in the day, we would often just walk…side by side and watch the people passing by, occasionally looking out to the Gulf of Mexico to sometimes see pelicans swooping overhead in search of fish or dolphins surfacing for a breath of air. Sometimes the wind would blow so intensely, we could hardly hear each other talking…so we would walk together, in silence…taking it all in.

It is customary to either acknowledge someone walking by with a simple nod of the head or “good morning” or “mornin'”. If I did that back home, they would probably either ignore me or hurl expletives at me.

In between my morning salutations, I thought about the people that were passing us by. They came in all different sizes and shapes, age groups and ethnicities. Some of them were as dark as bacon (my daughter’s expression), other’s pale…some were in unbelievable physical shape…others, not so much.

The differences amongst the morning walkers were vast, yet, they all seemed to have something in common. Other than all being on the same beach and vacationing in the same part of the world as me, they seemed to have an aura of contentment and pleasure; each embracing the amazing scenic backdrop of their morning routine. Some were walking for the exercise, some were walking with a mate…some were in deep in serious conversation. Others were walking with their Ipods blaring in their ears…a few were strolling with their children or grandchildren and collecting seashells washed up on the shoreline.

They were all here seeking the same thing that I was hoping to find after enduring two and half days of highway driving and severe rainstorms. That they were so generous with their morning greetings reveals the greatness they possess, buried beneath all the pressures and stresses we all constantly live with. The beauty of that Florida beach on that gorgeous sunny morning, allowed them to shed themselves of all those layers of thick unpleasantness that clouded their true greatness….just like peeling away winter coats, hats and snow boots….feeling more free and less burdened.

None appeared to be taking the scenery for granted. They all seemed to be extremely grateful and appreciative of their surroundings.

Regardless of their own motivation for taking that morning walk along the sun-kissed shore of that Florida beach, they were all seeking to recapture that sense of true happiness and bliss that was always there but buried deep within them.

I felt a connection to them. Even though I never engaged them in any kind of conversation other than a brief returned greeting or a nod of my head, we all knew what we were there for…we all had the same thing in common. Despite where in the world we were coming from…regardless of our differences (socio-economic, cultural…etc.), we all had found bliss…living in the moment as we walked along that beautiful beach.


About I'm Just A Dad

Stephen Gosewich is just a Dad (he is a former Enlightened Male but decided to change the name because when you search Enlightened Male, "other...wink, wink" are displayed. He spends his days during the week as a working stiff. At all other times, he just enjoys hanging out with his best friend and wife and their two very active and inspiring daughters.
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