Once of the most significant things I’ve learned in this life is that it’s so easy to get caught up in all of the bullshit of our social world that we fail to receive the most basic joys. It’s so convenient and effortless to be selfish, pompous, degenerate, and crotchety.
As an adult, I’ve noticed that I sometimes take myself way too damn seriously. Now that I have a child I’ve realized how much we lose as we grow in age. My daughter lives in each moment of life. She doesn’t think about what she has to do the next day or what she’ll have for dinner. She doesn’t feel the need to hurry through anything at all. Of course she doesn’t have the “responsibilities” of an adult, therefore her basic appreciation for life has not been obliterated by our overly critical, self-absorbed mode of living.
I’m just as guilty as the next person; finding fault more easily than good in others. Indulging in being pissed off and sullen. Getting caught up in intellect and elitism to the point where I actually think I’m better than someone else. I can’t listen to this music or see that film, or do this thing or eat that food. In my opinion, there are some things that deserve critical examination and careful consideration, but certainly not everything.
What’s wrong with just appreciating the melody or beat of a “bad” song? Why can’t we just enjoy zoning out to “bad” television? Why can’t we just simply enjoy being entertained by “bad” movies? Why can’t we just be sometimes?!
Although I can never experience life as a young child again, I can remind myself of what is was like. I can live in moments with my daughter and live in love with my husband. I can live in fun with my friends and live in discovery with my work. I can borrow the words of Jonathan Swift and live all the days of my life.