Scallywag

Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.

~ George Carlin ~

Stuff I Rate as Great

August 3rd, 2012 ~ Est. reading time: 2 mins, 2 secs

Babies are great!

When you get busy, it’s all too easy to miss out on the good things of life. All those great aspects that make you feel good when you appreciate them get missed if we adopt the headless chicken position. And I have to admit I was a headless chicken once too. Running around without seeing, I was being important, and that seemed to matter a lot back then.

You could be forgiven for thinking, as you scour through these posts, that I’m indifferent. That somehow, it’s just more stuff on the computer screen, minus any real care or interest in you. But, you know, I picture you as I write and that always inspires me. Yes, I know, how can I see you, as we haven’t even met (never mind there are thousands of others reading this with you)? What I do is think of you as a person, and funnily enough in my mind’s eye, each time you read you look different. Short, tall, thin, wide; young, old, male and female. You’re an international citizen and it’s a great honor to write to you.

But most of what I rate as great in life isn’t so lofty.  In fact, it’s pretty simple. Like, I enjoy the sound of rain as the first droplets thud. Then, as its intensity rises to a drenching downpour, I enjoy that moment of running together to shelter, marveling at the experience. And just this afternoon, as I was walking home from the local store with some milk, I saw a little boy greet his grandparents at the door with totally exuberant joy. How great is that?

It’s great seeing big kids keep an eye out for little ones and be each other’s buddy. Or, see a child whisper something funny in the ear of another and watch the recipient burst into laughter. Just as it’s great to hear the sound of little kids giggling. To me, that happy cooing and cackling is distilled joy. I’d love to bottle it and save it for a rainy day.

When I’m watching TV, it’s a rare but great thing seeing archrivals, finding it hard not to like each other. Then, later, discovering that they’ve both become good friends, despite their disagreements.

Yes, I find delight in familiar things, like wholesome fresh food, nature, pets, and kids. I easily switch to wonder at simple miracles, like: the surging rush of waves spreading over the local beach. Or watching birds veering through the sky, and chattering frantically in the trees (I’m easily entertained, aren’t I?). But if your pleasures are simple you can expect to know many, so I’m happy with that.  Besides, the more you can find in your life to rate as great, the better your pleasures become. Thanks to the wonder of appreciation, our capacity for gratitude gets flexed. And, boy, what a great strength to develop.

 

 

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