It’s a beautiful autumn morning. As I drove into town, I decided to record the segment of my drive that takes me to the only stop sign along the way, hoping to share the first whispers of reds and golds in the trees, the blue sky above.
I found myself thinking, “Dang, I wish I didn’t have such a dirty windshield. It’s ruining everything.”
I told myself the world was still beautiful, beyond that dirty windshield. Of course, as a writer, I saw this as a metaphor for life. How often do we get so caught up in focusing on the dirty windshield–the bugs, the day-to-day problems in our lives–instead of focusing on the good and beautiful things?
There’s a big, beautiful world out there, if only we can see beyond our dirty windshields.