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Once upon a time, a woman who takes the world very seriously told me that I ought to take the world very seriously too. If I were to follow the example this woman set, then it seems that “taking the world very seriously” means sitting on the couch all day getting angry about whatever they’re saying on the news.
I’d rather not live like that, so instead I’m going to keep living my life “frivolously.” For me, that means driving out to weird places in the middle of the night so I can see the stars. It means reading lots of books about space, and watching lots of movies set in space, and sometimes it means annoying my friends with an endless stream of space facts.
For me, living frivolously also means going out on adventures: seeing strange new sights, eating strange new foods, and talking to strange new people. Sometimes these strange new experiences turn out to be disasters. Sometimes they don’t, and even the disasters can turn into fun stories later.
And speaking of stories, that brings me to the most important thing. My allegedly frivolous lifestyle means that I am going to keep writing, writing, writing. And I’m going to keep drawing as well.
Because the stuff they say on the news is not totally wrong. There’s an awful lot of ugliness in the world right now. But the correct response to all that ugliness is not, in my opinion, to sit there dwelling about it or yelling about it. The correct response to ugliness is to make something beautiful.
It doesn’t matter what you make, specifically. A poem or song. A story. A drawing or painting or sculpture. It could even be a blog post. Like I said, it doesn’t matter what it is, specifically, just so long as it’s beautiful.
Maybe all of that is frivolous. So be it. I’ll keep living my life frivolously. How about you?