Is it naïve to feel like a child just discovering the world even after 38 years of existence? Some might say so, but I love those moments of wonder. If I could reside in that state every second I would.
The first piece of art I see on my wall every morning is a quote from Albert Einstein that goes “There are two ways to live your life: one is to see nothing as a miracle, the other is to see everything as a miracle.”
Just last night I was busily proofreading a new college geography book for some extra cash, and I came across a sentence that gave me pause on what the proper grammar would be. I shifted slightly to my right, tapped a few keys on my Macbook (which was sitting patiently on the table, connected to nothing and everything at the same time—how Zen) and had the answer at my fingertips in a matter of seconds (which were calculated, recorded, and displayed by Google to remind me just how fast their techno spins). I’m no newb to the web or computers, but I am still awed that I can ask anything of Google and I am instantly offered roughly a bazillion answers. And I don’t even have to know how the choices appear, I just have to know how to ask.
But that’s really the trick to the whole universe isn’t it? :)