Life is precarious sometimes. Whenever I feel a bit stressed out, I look around. That’s right, I just look around — the way children do. Children have a natural responsiveness to whatever just is. A bored child will start paying attention to whatever is outside the window as the car sails along the road, just because the vista is there. And the “what is” of life is rarely scarey to children. Even in difficulties and privations, a child will find times to play. Beauty and delight are parts of our nature. It takes a lot to shake that up.
So whenever things get dicey, I try to look. To watch, to stare, to look at things without insisting that they mean this or that. I merely take them in. This is the world around me right now. It’s interesting. It has all kinds of crazy details. I like that. And it calms a person right down. We should be more conservative about this: we should appreciate reality — because it is.