Okay, I’m sorry to get serious all of a sudden but this is just so, so important to me and what I believe in and I really need to say something.
Life is the Best Thing.
The existence of things that are alive and move is endlessly fascinating and so incredible.
And not to sound sappy, but I’m crying a little as I’m writing this, because I don’t know how to explain how deeply I mean it. Just… Look at a beetle. Don’t think about how it makes you feel- just look at it. All those intricate little pieces that go together like a little machine. The little locks and hinges and hooks, and fluff and shiny eyes. It doesn’t look like something that GREW. It looks like a tiny toy, something that was built by someone with incredible skill. It’s so intricate and delicate and solid, and it’s ALIVE. It moves. It eats. It reproduces! It’s… It’s amazing. It’s the most incredible thing. And then there’s whales, and trees? They’re SO BIG. SO BIG?? They’re MASSIVE. And they… They LIVE? And MOVE? They have behaviours. They have personalities.
Everything struggles. Everything grows. Everything has the capacity to be gentle, to be soft, to be caring- everything is fierce and strong and determined. Everything is hungry. Violent. Peaceful. We’re all of us afraid, and beautiful, and struggling towards some lighter place. And Compassion… The ability to feel compassion is a Gift. The ability to see a drowning bee in a pool and think, “It’s struggling, and if it can’t get out, it will die’, and the ability to apply that to ourselves; to think, ‘That creature is suffering, and I have to power to help it’- to think that, and then act upon that thought…
That is Compassion. That is… Not quite mercy, but kindness. Consideration. Empathy, Sympathy, Logic, whatever.
That is the greatest ability any of us can ever have, I think.
To look at something, even if it scares or disgusts us, and think, 'I can ease it’s pain’? The DESIRE to do good, with no personal benefit, to the smallest or the scariest or the most unpleasant of creatures?
It’s humbling, and it’s empowering, and it’s beautiful.
To know that we’re at the mercy of a fickle universe, but that even if we feel small and scared, there is the chance to feel that caring?
It’s not something done in hope of some cosmic trade-off- it just feels good to prevent pain. To help the helpless. There was something bad, and then you came along, and the world was a little less scary. A little more hopeful. A bit more peaceful. More like a home.
Maybe I’m not explaining it very well. Heck, I’m not even really reading this over. But this is so, so important to me- Small acts of compassion. The endless value of life. Wonder at the magic of it all.
Yeah, it’s sappy- but it feels so good.
Why do you want to fight Nicholas Sparks? And how would you challenge him (thrown glove, e-vite, etc)?