Scientist Seeking

What else are we here for?

What else is the point if not to find joy? To find something fascinating? To be curious? To be excited about something?

If all I do is spend my life moving to the next thing, won’t I miss what is around me now? Will I see the beauty in the ordinary that is always around me?

The feathery brush strokes of clouds against the sky. The way trees dance in the wind. The way fresh bread smells straight from the oven. How newly hatched petals feel against my skin. To be kissed for the first time, to be kissed for the one thousandth time. How seltzers tickle my nose. The way clean sheets feel after a shower at the end of the day.

If every day is a gift, then every aspect of our humanity is something precious. Our emotions, our fears, our curiosities, our loves, our mistakes. How lucky to be a messy little human.