A Day in the Life of Wonder (Yes, that’s me!)

Hello there, it’s me—Wonder. You know, the one responsible for all those wide-eyed moments you have. I know, I don’t get as much credit as I should these days. People are busy, scrolling on their phones, binge-watching cat videos (which, let’s be honest, I still love), and generally forgetting I exist. But hey, I’m patient. I’ll wait for you to look up.

So, let me take you on a little tour of what I do. It’s quite the job, really. One minute I’m making a toddler giggle at a butterfly, the next I’m getting someone to pause mid-crisis and think, “Wait a second… maybe there’s something more here.” That’s when I get my best work done—when people least expect it.

Take nature, for instance. You guys love to rave about the trees, the mountains, the ocean… and sure, they’re beautiful. But I’m telling you, some of my best work happens during the messiest of moments. Think about it: you’re standing there, staring at a sunset, and you’re all, “Ahhh, life is good.” Then, BAM—a storm rolls in. Everything’s chaos, and you’re running for cover. Most people would think that’s the end of my shift, but nope. That’s when I swoop in and whisper, “Hey, isn’t it amazing how powerful this world is? Doesn’t this make you feel alive?”

Granted, you might not hear me over the howling wind, but trust me—I’m there. Even in the worst natural disasters, when everything seems upside down, I’m still hanging around, waiting to show you that behind all the madness, there’s something beautiful stirring.

Now, let’s talk about art. You ever see a painting that makes you stop in your tracks? That’s me, again! People think it’s all about technique and color, but what they don’t realize is that I’m the one nudging the artist, saying, “Come on, throw a little chaos in there. Make it mysterious. Confuse them a little!” When you’re standing in front of that masterpiece, scratching your head and thinking, “What is this supposed to be?”—that’s me, too. I like to keep you guessing.

And oh, don’t get me started on humans. I’ve got my hands full with you lot. I mean, you’re adorable, really, but complicated. One minute, you’re marveling at the stars, and the next, you’re arguing over who left the dishes in the sink. But that’s part of the fun, right? I get to sneak in during the strangest moments—like when you’re knee-deep in frustration and I suddenly pop up and say, “Hey, have you ever noticed how incredible it is that we’re all here, living this bizarre dream together?”

Then there’s the tricky stuff. War, disasters, loss—it’s hard to see me there, I get it. But that’s exactly when I’m needed most. You humans tend to forget that behind every tragedy, there’s a chance to find peace, to forgive, to reconnect with the love that never left. It’s like finding that one missing sock in the laundry—you weren’t even sure it was still around, but there it is, reminding you that miracles happen every day. (You know that feeling, right? That’s me, too.)

But listen, I’m not just here for the heavy stuff. I’m the one who shows up when you notice the little things—a leaf dancing in the wind, the way your dog tilts its head at you, or how your favorite song still gives you chills. I’m everywhere, really, and my favorite moments are when you slow down enough to see me.

So, if you ever wonder (pun intended) where I am, just look around. I’m in the chaos, in the beauty, in the confusion. I’m that feeling you get when you realize there’s more to life than meets the eye—like a cosmic game of hide-and-seek. And trust me, I’m really good at hiding.

But don’t worry, I’m always here, ready to pop out and surprise you when you least expect it. You just have to be willing to let me in, even when life feels like a mess. Especially then.

So, go ahead—marvel at the storm, at the art, at the messy sink. I’ll be there, with a wink and a smile, ready to remind you just how wonderful this whole thing really is.

see also at https://www.nullity.nl

By Gonny

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