On the plane ride home I watch "Before Sunrise." Although I've seen the movie a few times, I feel as though I don't remember any of the scenes. I connect with the movie on different levels: similarities with the feelings, understanding of thoughts, some comedic value. My brain churns on the ideas of purpose in life. Although I live with a vague idea of purpose, I never actually sit down and write my thoughts. I wonder how my life would change had I kept log of the things that affected my life on a daily basis.
Today I lived to serve. I always feel that to serve is the best way to express my affections. I love showering my wife with gifts and attention. I enjoy extending this to my family and friends. I sometimes worry that I will be misunderstood; but for the most part rely on the optimism in the human thought process. For one reason or another, serving makes me happy. On a small level, helping someone out with a gift. On a larger level, employing my talents to an effective level. Today was just a small blip: offering to pay for my father-in-law's new sunglasses. But seeing his excited expression invokes my feelings when receiving a special gift.