“There are only two ways to live your life.
One as though nothing is a miracle. The other as though everything is a miracle.”
– Albert Einstein
This quote has popped up in more than one place for me lately, so it gave me pause as I read it again this morning. I like the idea of the second way – that everything is a miracle. Look at the beauty that is around us, all day, every day, when we stop to look. The beauty that can be found in a rotting door, peeling paint, corroding metal. I love it.
I think that artists in particular must live in this way – that everything is miracle. How else would you be able to create, if you could not first see the world around us with a sense of amazement? That each thing is a gift – the bird’s song, the turn of phrase, the peeling paint, the situations we find ourselves in. How can we choose to use that gift? Easier to think about when it’s taking a photo of a door like this in Murano, harder when we find ourselves in a difficult situation with another person.
I don’t know the answer to that yet, but I like the idea of miracles much better than the alternative.