A Simple Joy
I went to my local bookstore yesterday. Out front, they have shelves of books available, three for a dollar. I only found two. One book on philosophy that I was really into and one random novel that I was lukewarm over. Walking home, I decide that I'm going to donate the novel to a little free library. No need for a good book to go to waste.
When I open the door to the tiny library there is a book by one of my favorite authors. I gladly swap the two books.
I can't explain the tiny bit of joy and contentment that moment gave me but I imagine the feeling to be universal (at least I hope it is).
I'm not much of a spiritual person at this point in my life. My belief in a higher power is proportional to how dire my circumstances are. But I have moments where it feels like something is tapping me on the shoulder, reminding me that things are actually ok.
Or it was completely random and has no meaning beyond getting a good book. Either way, I'll take it.
