It’s all kind of comical, aggravating and oddly comforting. Life.
This is a comment from one of my favourite bloggers in response to a reply I made to her concerning the opposing topics of opera and lawn mowing. Seems she has some wacky neighbours–one who likes to belt out opera in the mid-afternoon, and another who cuts his lawn at night. Her reply sums up life perfectly: comical, aggravating, and the vagaries “oddly comforting.”
Another definition of life I like is this: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Albert Einstein is attributed with these words of wisdom. If I had to choose, I would like to live my life as though everything is a miracle—even if it includes off kilter opera singers, and people who mow their lawns when the sun don’t shine. With all our quirks, we are the people who make up this life—and I agree with unfetteredbs, it is oddly comforting that we are a little bit weird and strange.