I love campfires. I don’t get to sit around one as often as I’d like, but I treasure each opportunity. Gathering around a fire with family and friends, watching the flames, feeling its warmth, roasting marshmallows, helping kids make the perfect S’more, being blinded by smoke. Always a good time.
We were recently on a Mediterranean cruise. The trip was awesome, and for most of our 10-day journey, the seas were calm. But, toward the end of the cruise, we had a rough sea day. A combination of 12-foot seas and 45-knot winds meant we were rocking and rolling. Not good for a guy who can get seasick standing on a dock.
Breakfast is served near the top deck, which, thanks to the laws of physics, rolls much more than the lower decks. As I finished up my custom omelet (one of the best things about a cruise), and looked out at the churning seas wondering if that omelet was such a good idea, I was surprised when my father-in-law said, “Looks just like a campfire to me…I could watch these seas all day.” Where I saw whitecaps, swells in every direction, hopelessness and nausea, he saw a campfire.
The beauty of life is in the eye of the beholder. Cherish your campfire moments. They don’t always require a fire.