I was sitting here trying to think of what to write. I was trying to think about how things about how we live that could be improved–things that would make us happier, things that would make the planet happier.
I got to staring out the window.
It snowed.
Birds chirped.
There was that hush over the city that comes in a blizzard.
See that photo above? That’s the view out my window. It may not look pretty through the lens of a cellphone camera, but it is.
Looking at that view, I thought–and I haven’t had many of these thoughts during this dark winter–I love this life just the way it is.
I love the fresh-fallen snow. Want to know what else I enjoy more than anything else in this world? Joking around. Laughing.
I ask Isabella sometimes: “Why were we born?”
She says: “To laugh.”
I ask her: “What’s our responsibility?”
She says: “To make sure other people can laugh, too”
Isabella will be four in a month. She didn’t think of these answers on her own. I brainwashed her into saying them.
Guess what happens when she gives those answers in front of other people?
They laugh.
I was sitting here trying to think of something that could be improved so I had a subject for the blog. Just for a little while, looking out the window, I felt that nothing needed to be improved.
This is God’s (or the Creator’s or the Universe’s or the One’s or Mind’s or Infinity’s or, simply, Our) world. It has some terrible problems. It also has a lot of people who care about the problems. It helps to watch for kindness on the street.
Whatever.
I’m enjoying the storm. Just now, I’m enjoying the storm and thinking about how Isabella is going to make me scrape the snow off the cars so she can eat it.
I’m going to try to remember to ask her why were born. I haven’t played that game with here for a while.
Just now, I don’t want to improve a thing.
So I wondered, I thought maybe it might be fun if we all–the entire community on this blog–weighed in and told each other something they’ve seen or an experience they’ve had or someone they love that makes them feel like they don’t want to change a thing.
Help me–help us–to remember to love things just as they are. Tell us what you think, in your own personal life, is wonderful about this world we live in? What, for you, makes this planet worth saving? Tell us a story.
Because for me, today, it’s snow.