Wonder
I’m not that smart.
Really. I don’t know that much.
I haven’t read all of the books I’d hoped to read by now. I’m not well versed on every bit of history or geography or the sciences. I’m bad at math. And, I know very few key dates, places, and people behind major events in history.
I wish I were smarter.
I wish I were so smart that I could calculate the size of buildings at first sight and determine the number of wheel rotations during my bike rides and the ratio of small things to big things within dense cities. I wish I could ramble words you’ve never heard just to make you marvel at the number of syllables a person can use in a sentence. I wish I knew the names of all of the clouds so they would be impressed when I talked about them.
But, that’s not me. I’m not that smart. Not yet. That may never be me.
I’m just curious.
I still wonder how buildings can be so tall and not get blown over by the wind.
I think bikes are fascinating. Wheels have always been one of my favorite inventions.
I’m genuinely surprised that every person shares at least one of the five senses. Many of us share all five.
That’s remarkable.
How does the earth spin at just the right speed?
How do the sun and moon hang in their perfect place?
How do love and math exist in the same universe?
(Seriously. Think about that.)
I’m not smart enough to compute all of it. Some people are.
I just hope those people are still curious about something. I hope they find things that stop them in their tracks and makes their eyes open wide and their jaws drop to the ground.
For today, all I know, is that you should never lose your sense of wonder. Few things are sweeter to the ear or more pleasant to the eye than a mystery or beauty that is truly noticed.