There's something magical about being able to find solace in the solemnity of of nature.......pen in hand and a note pad...writing down your thoughts as you feel the warm autumn breeze. Even having the time to notice the budding of young daffodils at the onset of spring...and being wise enough to marvel at their unresigned beauty. I dont know but there is a decline in worldly appreciation, and people seem to have coined this earthly term 'yolo'...funny thing is they dont even know its meaning. It is indeed because life is too short that we need to seize it and not simply lose our purpose to its abundant distractions.
And when I have my kids I will get them to look life the way I did at a young age. In Abraham Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher he says, 'Teach him if you can the wonders of books, but also give time to ponder the extreme mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hill.'
Duby.