Day 08:

Day 08 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life


The most satisfying moment of my life. That's a pretty hard thing to have to choose. Are you asking me to look back at all of my experiences in life and decide which one was the greatest? I've only been alive for twenty years, but I still have a lot of memories to sort through just to find that one moment.


I suppose it has to be sometime since I began going to college. Probably when I had a good sense that what I'm doing with my life is the right choice, and who I am with is the right guy. I guess it would have to be this summer at Michael's cousin's in Kentucky. I was officially a junior in college. I had three jobs at the time. School was mere weeks from starting for the fall semester. I had everything good going for me at that time, minus a few things that I wanted to have desperately. His cousin's home is officially the largest home I have ever been in, and one of the most loving places I've ever been in, too. 
In the evenings during our stay, Michael would stop what he was doing and drift into the formal living room to play the piano. The home quickly filled with music and the room quickly filled with golden sunlight. Everything in that room was fragile and filled with the pasts of other people. I would sometimes wander in during that time and take it all in. Words weren't necessary, nor do I think they would have been heard over the keys. The shadows danced, the wooden floors creaked, the man at the bench eyed me with curiosity while I wandered around. I inhaled contently, and exhaled with satisfaction. Our eyes would meet occasionally, and break apart after seconds. You don't need words to communication affection. 
After the sun went down and the light left the room, I would drift back into the kitchen to sit with the family and prepare for that night's fantastic meal. Michael would arrive soon after; never really mentioning our interaction. Neither did I. 


I'd say life was pretty satisfying at that moment. 


AMZ