I don’t have to work for the Sun to rise or for the stars to sparkle. I don’t have to work for my cats to make me laugh, or for my wife’s smile. I don’t have to work to be shaded by age old oaks or warmed by newborn’s breath. I don’t have to work for my next breath or heartbeat, or for the universe to dance before me to the music of atoms and gas giants.
I don’t have to lift a finger for these great things that sustain me in my short, beautiful life. So why do I avoid doing the small things that will sustain me forever?
