The Adventure We Call Life

About a month ago, I was talking with one of my closest friends and he mentioned that I had seemed down and wanted to make sure I was ok. I, of course, lied and said I was fine. I do not take pity or help well. I tend to let my pride get the best of me and think I can handle everything on my own. Well, my friend is just as stubborn as I am and he finally got me talking about what was on my mind. I told him that I felt I had no direction in life and I felt as though each day were the same. I couldn't tell the difference between a Tuesday and a Friday because I did the exact same thing each day. Being the wise man he is, he started asking me questions to get me thinking. He asked me what I wanted most from this life. I told him a family. He laughed and said he thinks that is a wonderful thing to aspire to have, but that it was not an option for me at the time. He asked me what was more realistic for me. I told him that I was afraid that one day when I am gray and old my grandchildren would beg me to tell them stories about my life and I wouldn't have any to tell them. He laughed once more and said that was still in the future but he agreed that it was something I could work towards each day. He then gave me the wonderful idea to make every day an adventure.
I then set my mind to it and decided that each day I would do something for myself. Whether it be eating a whole pizza by myself or going on a hike with a couple friends. I was going to find solitude and adventure in my life in order to create those stories for my grandchildren. I owe them that much! I am not perfect at doing this everyday but it is a start.
Another wise piece of advice my friend gave me was the fact that even though I have responsibilities I needed to attend to each day, sometimes they were allowed to be put on the back burner in order to go enjoy what life has to offer. He firmly believes that those small adventures are what make up life. He called me about a week ago and told me he was on his way to pick me up and we were going to go to West Yellowstone. I told him that was unrealistic because I had homework I should be doing and a test to study for. There were a million other responsibilities I should be attending to. My friend told me he didn't care and that he was still coming. I resigned my agency on the matter as he was not about to back down. I got into his car and our adventure began. It was one of the best days I had had in a long time. I could finally forget about the stresses and worries of my everyday life. I began to relax and my cheeks hurt from the childlike grin on my face and my stomach hurt from obnoxious cackle like laugh I hadn't made in a long time.
Our adventure didn't last for more than the day, but the relief and relaxation it gave me did. I was able to tackle my homework and work with a clear mind. The small adventure we went on gave me the reset I needed. As I was discussing this difference in my attitude and over all temperament with him he told me that was what life was about. Our lives cannot be one large adventure but each day can have an adventure in it. Those small adventures are what I want to tell my grandchildren. It is just another way to tackle on the adventure we call life.