Sometimes, when life gets really bad, I think about how lint must feel to be jammed up inside someone’s belly button for hours, days or even years and how bad it must smell when it comes out – if it ever, indeed, does come out. It usually doesn’t make me feel any better. Last time I checked, lint doesn’t have feelings. It’s kind of a non-issue.
Category: Musings
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Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
-Frederick Buechner
