It seems like October is just flying by. The days almost blend together.
When I lay my head on my pillow at night, sometimes I think of all the times I’ve done just that. Read a book until my eyes grow tired and then succumb to the release of sleep.
One night right after the other.
Time becomes more precious to us as we get older. Days are more refined and clearly outlined.
There is the repetition of daylight as the sun comes up in the eastern sky. And it rests dipping into the west as it sets.
There are happy days and sad days. And days when there are both, mixing together like ingredients stirred into a cake. Swirling into that in-between place.
I read somewhere that pleasure is an evolutionary gift. And that to the best degree of scientific understanding, all animals can experience a feeling of pleasure. But only humans can experience happiness, according to scientists.
Happiness Is Part Of Pleasure:
Happiness is a part of what is considered pleasure, and pleasure is something we only feel at certain times.
Scientists think that neurologically, pleasure comes from specific areas in the brain called hedonic hotspots. This is according to Kent Berridge, a neuroscientist at the University of Michigan.
When these hotspots pick up signals that we’re feeling pleasure, they release their own drug-like neurotransmitters. Nearby receptors pick up the neurotransmitters.
This creates a sensation of liking.
At the same time, these hotspots work with other parts of the brain to coordinate wanting. This is triggered by the neurotransmitter dopamine.
Thus we develop a conscious understanding that we’re experiencing pleasure. And this brings about a deep desire to keep that feeling going and to want it again in the future.
I know you didn’t need to know all that information. But I tend to get lost in the cavernous crater of details.
I usually feel somewhere in between most days. Inching up toward the scale of happiness.
When I lose my precious pets, I fall into a deep pit of sorrow that is hard to crawl out of. It takes quite some time for me to get up that slippery slope.
On a typical day, I am mostly content. I feel satisfaction in my life as a whole.
As the days and seasons pass me by, I feel relatively happy with my life. And for that I am thankful.
I think if you are thankful, then satisfaction will usually follow.
It is during the simple days when we fall into a philosophy of sorts we now call “slow living.”
We’re urged to keep busy and seek to go farther. This is supposed to mean we are successful. But successful at what? Being able to multitask?
I recently read somewhere that slow living is a set of values that says faster isn’t always better.
In other words, when you put something in your mouth to eat, don’t be in a big rush to swallow it.
Instead, savor it.
It’s probably a good thing these days that I’m forced to take things slow.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.”
– Anne Lamott