Sometimes the simple joys of life feel the best. For instance, watching Ansel walk and later on start to run has to count as one of the best things I've enjoyed in all my life. Ansel started with a few uncertain toddles and has now graduated to a repertoire of jigs, jumps, and freestyle patters notable for their improbable variety, daring, and often spectacularly unsuccessful execution. Without question though, he is learning to walk and run at what seems to me an astonishing speed, all without apparent effort, self consciousness, or even very much obvious purpose. He is simply learning to do something he was designed to do. The process is not easy, but natural and fun all the same.
I wonder if we would all be better off approaching life the way Ansel is learning to walk?