The Good Fight

What a privilege it is to be cooking eggs in my parents’ beautiful kitchen. I get the half-full jar of my aunty’s chutney, which we have been rationing since my sister’s wedding, out of the fridge. Home alone, apart from the birds and sheep and our pet kelpie. I check on him- asleep, curled up like a baby fox, as usual. What a beautiful morning. 

I’ve found that some of the best things are also the tiniest, like a good cup of tea, a nice message from a friend or a new song to dance to. I live for pretty acoustic guitar riffs and the smell of a bouquet and for friendship bracelets and smiles from babies and hugs and pasta and sun.

Are these things important? To me, they are.

It’s a million little joy-inducing things that form the mosaic of a beautiful life, and I think it’s our duty to notice them and to create them. The world is a crazy, wondrous place, and to live without being in awe of it all is, to me, a life half-wasted.

Of course, there are many terrible things in this world. Violence and hatred and terror and sorrow; these things deserve space to be felt and heard, too. But, while we brave the inevitable tempests of our wild, little lives, it helps to have some hope. 

Now, I’m absolutely not saying “you should be grateful” when your situation is truly dire, I just mean that if you have anything left to give, put it towards the good fight. Notice the good, do good things, share your goodness. It’ll make your life (and the lives of others) far more beautiful.

So, go compliment someone, say g’day to a homeless person, donate something, look at the stars, cuddle your dog, take a break from the bad news and continue fighting the good fight.

The world can still be beautiful, if you look closely enough to see it and act boldly enough to change it.

xx Rose