I think my problem with this life is that I long most for the things that money doesn’t buy. Those moments of smelling fresh cut grass on a warm summer night while looking up at the stars. That feeling of hope and endless possibilities. Long night time conversations with someone who keeps you laughing. Wild flowers on the side of the road. Seeing a calf run free in a pasture. The purr of a cat. Sleeping as late as you want to. Sunrises and sunsets. The smell of rain on warm pavement. The laughter of a small child. The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. The taste of snow flakes on your tongue. The sound of cars driving on the wet road just after it rains. The sound of wind tussling through the trees. The warmth of a loving embrace. The feel of soft lips against mine. Listening to the sound of someone’s heart beat. Holding hands. Studying the lines on another person’s face as they talk. The sound of the voice of someone you love. Waking up excited about the day ahead. The sound of cicadas and crickets chirping. Diving into a swimming pool and feeling weightless. I wish I could live life like I did as a child.