The imperfections in the world can bring some entertainment. I am glad for that. Unbroken comfort can make you more numb than jumping into that frozen lake with a polar bear club.
Recently I enjoyed sitting outside during the dirt storm that hit the area. My young daughter enjoyed it with me. She ran around laughing as the dirt engulfed her — obviously exhilarated by the novelty of the situation. We could have hunkered indoors and complained about the weather, but look at the joy we would have missed. Adverse conditions can be fun to sit through, with the right attitude. Witness storm chasers.
Some people live lives of bitterness just because everything in the world isn’t perfect. They seem to believe the only way to make themselves feel better is to force everyone else to conform to their idea of “perfect.” That is sad. Sure, there are so many things that could be better, but you may as well enjoy what you can when the opportunity presents itself. You are only responsible for your life, and you have an obligation to mind your own business. Remembering that frees up a huge amount of your life.
For example: I value liberty, but I can still enjoy life even though I am surrounded by a government that I don’t need, I don’t want, I don’t respect, and that only gets in the way. There is no Utopia. Even in a free society there will still be bad guys trying to use coercion or other aspects of the political method in order to deprive individuals of their life, liberty, and property. If you can’t enjoy life now, under government, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy a life of liberty, either. If you can’t enjoy a little dirt storm now and then, you probably can’t enjoy the rainy days. There will always be something you could complain about.
That doesn’t mean you let evil go unnoticed or unchallenged. It just means you call a spade a spade, then move on and don’t let it ruin your day. In fact, you can probably get on with the business of living more easily when you clear the air and stop trying to justify the unjustifiable.
Just weather the storm, try not to get blown away, and laugh at the foolishness of it all. Especially the foolishness of those who mistake the storm for life.
Kent McManigal is a freelance writer who sometimes offers commentary on our websites. Contact him at: