“The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end, that’s all there is.” – Charlie Carson
That quote comes from Downton Abbey’s favorite butler. It’s one of the finest statements about how to live life I’ve ever heard. In the end what else do we have of worth but our memories?
A fine memory is like a elegant dessert. The years pass by and the times change, but the memory only gets tastier with age. It’s a cream filled pastry that you can pop in your mouth and savor the rich custardy taste as it suffuses your body with joy.
For the past four days I’ve spent every waking moment creating moments that will bring flavor to my life. I took my daughter into the ocean for the first time. I stood in a house that defies the laws of man and nature. I beat my future brother in law at mini golf. I watched my family shower my little girl with affection. I spent quiet moments sitting next to my wife, lost in a good book, a good beer, and the distant crash of waves on a sandy shore.
This weekend I acquired a treasure beyond measure buried in the sand.