Last night, I read “Steal Like an Artist” by Austin Kleon.
I really enjoyed the book. True to form, it gave me an idea. The idea came to me all at once. Suddenly, everything became clear.
How often do we look back at our day and take note of the moments that got on our nerves? When someone asks us “how was your day?” How is it that you usually respond? Do you say “good” or “fine.” Do you retell stories of grander? Was it just another day? Or was it magical?
You are alive. The statistical probably of you being here, of being a human being on this planet in this time are basically zero. Yet here you are.
Why would you waste time focusing on anything other than the pleasantries of life?
I don’t have a perfect answer. I gather that our anxiety has served us well in the past. They have kept us alive in times of uncertainty. But those times are behind us. We’re no longer worried about bears and mountain lions any more. Now, we worry about each other and what people think about us.
Let’s work on fixing that.