dreaming of simple.

When i think about it, living back in the olden days would have been quite lovely.
Really lovely actually.
There are simple things in living that our modern day life forgets.
Sitting peacefully in a swing chair on a porch reading a good book, with a light blanket wrapped around to warm yourself from the slight chill of Autumn.
Or curling up into a cozy arm chair, sipping on tea in front of the fire with family or friends and sharing stories during Winter.
Or spinning around in the daisies and falling onto soft green meadow grass in Spring, simply loving life.
Simply loving life, always.
Back when things were done for passion, for purpose, for fun, for love.
Not to satisfy ones own greed, lust, loneliness and pain.
I'm sure people back then would have experienced all the bad things too.
But they seem to know there are still such things as joy, as peace, as love and compassion and kindness of heart.
Do we remember these things?
I don't even know anymore.