in love

It's not uncommon for me to watch animes. Some are great! Some are less than great...

I just started one called "Your Lie in April." It's one of the so-so animes. I'm not finished with it yet, but currently I wouldn't really recommend. It's kinda slow...

But anyway. I didn't write to tell you I watch animes that I think are boring because I have no life.

I'm writing because there was an interesting concept in this show which went something like the paraphrased comments below:

A woman in love is beautiful.

She was beautiful and she was in love.

...she was in love with music...

...she was in love with dessert...

...she was in love with kittens...

...she was in love with painting...

...she exists within spring...


 I don't really have anything else to add. I am not saying that we should worship material items, or place idols before God or people. However, our God deeply cares for his creations, us most of all. I believe that we are created with passions. Some people have a passion for children, animals, art, or athletics. There are times in my life when I become insensitive to the mundane. I forget that I enjoy watching it snow, sipping tea, or playing in water. I get overwhelmed with doing the 'next right thing' and I forget to look for blessings. I am trying so hard to manage the sadness and disappointment in this life that I forget to be happy and to enjoy. I forget how much kittens make me smile or kites make me think of happy summer days with ice-cream.

...be in love...

  This anime was partially about a girl who remembered to enjoy the taste of sweet pastries, the sound of good music, and the excitement of trying new things. I am inspired to live a little more 'in the moment' and to take extra time to enjoy the tiny aspects of my life.

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