Companionship (Written February 10, 2019)
There is nothing I love so much as these days, spent quietly,
Nothing much going on, nothing flashy to see,
Just lazy days spent in little joys,
Pleasant talk and good company.
“But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
-Daphne du Maurier
Lately my family has been digging through all our old- and not so old- photos. My younger brother, seeing my college photos, had an awful lot to say. His biggest comment, seeing picture upon picture of us sitting around, talking or playing card games, drinking coffee and listening to music, was that we must have been awfully boring. His class, you see, was always doing something. You didn’t just..sit around. Talking is such a waste of time when you could be doing something.
Never, hearing him talk, have I had a greater appreciation for my college class. We weren’t into sensationalism. We didn’t need something flashy. We just spent time together, enjoying pleasant company and good conversation. During the stormy season we would sit on the college porch with chocolate and coffee, and watch the lightning and the rain.
Sure, we watched movies and played volleyball and went bowling. We had tallent shows and tournaments, plays and concerts. But we didn’t need them. That’s why sensationalism is awful. It’s love based entirely on stimulation. That’s not love. It’s just addiction.
So, how ’bout a toast to real companionship?
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