As I walked into my office building this morning, I saw a mother and daughter standing in the lobby. The little girl looked to be about three years old, and she was pointing and exclaiming about everything she saw.
I miss the days when I used to see the world with wonder. Things that have now become commonplace were once a source of amazement to me. But I don't have to be resigned to my fate. Wonder can be cultivated, if I remember how to see with the eyes of a child.
The fall leaves are stunning this year, a glorious display of red and gold that invites reverence. Last week a sunrise left me in awe, streaks of orange and pink criss-crossing the horizon in panoramic perfection. We live in a beautiful world, and it's so easy to take it for granted.
I want to live in wonder. I want to find joy in simple things.
I want to go to a grocery store and be awestruck that such a place even exists. If I were to trace every item from growth or manufacturing to delivery, the number of people involved in making my shopping experience possible is staggering. Just the fact that I can buy a loaf of bread rather than having to make it myself out of wheat I grew on my own property is a testament to modern living. We are far, far more blessed than we can even begin to comprehend.
Knowing the science behind a phenomenon does not make it any less miraculous. Our very existence on this planet is the product of cosmic events far beyond our control. Even the most ordinary day can be filled with wonder when we take time to really see.
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