Time is flying by and I feel that I will - at some point - need to slow done and better digest everything that is going on around me. We all seem to get in a routine of just going through the motions of the day-to-day and never actually actively enjoying what is going on around us. At times it seems life becomes monotonous and every day is the same thing from dawn to dusk, but there is something unique in each day and, though they may not always stand out, it is the summation of these small, unique events that makes life interesting and beautiful.
These little events may be something as small as seeing a spider spin a web on the way to work or class in the morning, talking to someone you don't know (and never will) about something random on the bus as if you've known them forever, or doing any one of a million things that might make someone else look up and smile for a moment even though things may not be so great for them at the moment and you, in turn, might smile too. Some may define life as the total elapsed time between birth and death, but I believe if all of the things that happen every day without change are reduced to singular events and shuffled in with the unique experiences that we can get a better picture of what life is all about.
When I was a little kid, I could sit by a pond for hours watching tadpoles swim around. And, after school, it would excite me to be able to bring them bread and watch them grow. It was so fascinating how they grew little legs then little arms and then, one day they were gone. I might have been disappointed when I first got to the shore and realized it, but I was happy to have watched them grow. Another time I grew moths from caterpillars; the story goes the same way. Things are so much different now, though. Nobody stops and looks at tadpoles anymore. We look at frogs and we look at moths and butterflies and we don't think (or even care to think) about how they got to be what they are. Maybe these things are not interesting to us because they are no longer something new and any "magic" that our young imaginations used to conjure up to explain things has been dispelled by logic. Sometimes, I want to be illogical though. I want to imagine and dream like I did when I was a child, and I want to say "maybe" instead of "yes" or "no."
I think we should all live more lightheartedly. We should be more imaginative and pause to notice and appreciate all the little things that go on around us every day through the fog of our busy lives. Though half of progress may be through hard work and logic, I believe the other half is through dreams and imagination. This is obvious when you consider that there are many things (cars, radios, TVs, etc.) that are part of our lives now that have not been around forever; at one point they had to be dreamed of in the minds of men and women who were not scared to be "illogical."
