already a productive day. why is it that individuals such as myself feel so good about accomplishing acts that we realize are mundane?

i was getting gas last night when i noticed a bug on my car. i'd never seen one like it. lime green, clear wings. generally just interesting looking. so i leaned over and was staring at it, staring at me when i realized that if anyone was watching me they'd assume i was strange. but what's strange to me is that people don't have as much interest as they should in the world around us.

a productive day to most is waking up on time, heading to work, paying bills, etc etc. Productive to me could be, playing with a child, hugging a puppy, telling your family you love them and witnessing a shooting star. among everything else, faith. because that's what has led me to this point of contentment. one in which i'm content with the "real world," and god's world.

-aliciabeth