The Unknown

The things of today will at some point be memories of yesterday. We will think back to these places, these people, and the events here, and we will remember very little about each moment, just some basic facts concerning our routines. But I want to remember the mundane. Im not sure I believe that anything is mundane anymore, mainly because those are perhaps elaborate portrayals of exceptional beauty that we have taken for granted. For example, I want to remember at what point on my walk back to English from the DC at noon, the sun comes above English Hall and warms my face. About how it felt to be accepted and valued by a group of people I'd just met: every moment of fear of a lack of acceptance and appreciation, and then the depth of my joy to see them look at me with some sort of value. Even to think about how familiar the keys of a laptop keyboard feel to my fingers, or the chord progressions on a acoustic yamaha guitar. I hope to remember as much of these moments as possible. Of the times I equally look at other people as they communicate (verbally or non-verbally) and I think about how much value my soul has for him or her, of how much I sincerely enjoy his or her company and like them.
I don't ever want to be someone who shares her thoughts with the expectation of affirmation from others. I hope to be around people constantly challenging my thoughts, and making me develop them further. But I also want to respect people who don't just as equally, and appreciate them for exactly who they are. I think there are so many prejudices in my own mind that I have not learned to own quite yet. That makes me sad. I don't ever want to look down on others.
I always want to appreciate the sun and its warmth, the company of friendly acquaintances, the uniqueness of someone taking part in a conversation with me for the first time (choosing to share a part of himself or herself at least briefly), the vibrancy of colors, the family that provides as much as they can, the mountains, the cities, the forests, the fields (or corn), the stars, the clouds that cover them, and

the God who has clearly already revealed himself through all of these things.