And one day you realize that it wasn’t the game, it was who you watched it with.
It wasn’t about the house you owned. It was the people in it.
It wasn’t about the best coffee ever, but who you made it for.
It wasn’t all the work you put in, but who was in the trenches with you.
It wasn’t the great dinner prepared for you. It was who brought you your plate.
You have to learn how to value the time that someone gives you because that’s something they will never get back. It’s priceless.
When you’re at the end of your years, what’s really going to matter??
Whoever it was extended their session by about an hour messing about trying to get back in the boat when all the others were already onshore. They have the whole lake and still feel the need to sail over where you're casting.