As if it were a Fine Wine

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I have learned, and am in the process of re-learning, that the act of appreciation in-and-of-itself is an art form, not completely unlike that of wine tasting. There is a language that one must know.. In order to truly appreciate you must be able to  know the tannins, and typicity . You must be able to have something to compare it against. A normal; be-it as abnormal as it might be. 

Often times true appreciation comes out of lack… I love the comparison from one of my favorite songs by the Passenger that says, “Well you only need the light when it’s burning low, Only miss the sun when it starts to snow, Only know you love her when you let her go… and you let her go....”

For me, I have learned what it is to have a good friend, after having experienced a bad one… and what it is to have a good job after having a string of not so great ones. I have also learned the importance of love when I found places in my life where love was lacking, and learned to tolerate the heat from surviving the cold. I’ve learned to appreciate life when sitting at the footstool of death… I have learned  the ability to feel full by worrying about whether there was enough.

I wonder if one can have true appreciation – – a deep appreciation – – – without time and without life’s experiences. Like; we appreciate home once we have gone away, and water when there is a drought. 

There are few things that matter to me as much as sharing time with someone that I adore… Sharing life… breathing in the same air, the same experience, the same journey.

There are areas in my life where I can appreciate them on a deeper level today than I did in earlier times.  I have learned that a couple close friends, trump a lot of acquaintances…and that there is truly no place like home, and there are few things better than spending the morning sharing life with  a friend… sharing life as if it were a fine wine.

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