I am grateful for opportunites to laugh and experience joy.
Sitting on the earth, watching a Chinese masquerade of dragons, eating bibimbap and drinking bobo tea, feeling the warmth of the sun, watching the expression of culture through dance and music, feeling enthralled by the monsters that in far-away lands are bringers of good luck, inwardly relishing the looks of surprise when out of my mouth comes another's language, learning about other countries and their culture, feeding my desire to know more, building my wish to live in those far-away lands.
Sometimes it seems I am just floating through life, doing the things I do, plodding the treadmill. Then I have these moments filled with passion and revelation, and it turns the rest sour and I see ennui. I recognize life must be balanced and that too many highs make the lows too low, and that there is joy to be found in the mundane if allowed. However, sometimes I think I don't laugh as much as I used to laugh, that the daily treadmill lacks frequent punctuations of joy and wonder. I claim responsibility in this circumspection: I look to myself and see that perhaps I am not looking for those stops along the way, or perhaps I see them and pass them by, for whatever reason. Ultimately, I create my own life and my own happiness, and if I am not experiencing enough joy, then I need to create it. Ergo, for this insight, I am further grateful.
I am, therefore I think.
Ego sum, ergo cogito