It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. A small breeze stirs the maple leaves. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. The dog walker strides up the hill, her furry, four-legged charge trotting to keep up. No lights shine from any windows besides mine. My neighbors are asleep.
On such a morning, I think how easy it would be to become a recluse, to just remain in my comfortable corner, thinking my own thoughts, observing, writing, not mixing. But, that would not be the best thing, the healthy, sensible thing. A person turned inward limits herself and misses out on the lives of others.
I would be aware only of my own aches and pains, my own troubles, and even my own hopes and goals. I wouldn’t see the problems of anyone else or celebrate with them on achievements or ache with them when they ache, laugh when they laugh. What a limited world I would live in, if I kept to my own comfortable corner, warm and familiar, and failed to look outward.
It’s a strange thing, but I’ve noticed, as years have passed, that people who are healthier, happier, and stay young longer are those who are interested in other people. I mean, really interested, not just curious or nosy. There’s an old saying, troubles shared are troubles halved. And, that’s true. Another one: joys shares are joys doubled.
So, although it is quiet and serene and nicely comfortable, I’ll leave my small place and start the day.
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