May 17th, 2022
This doormat is a lesson.
We saw it last week and fell in love with it. How could you not? It has one of the best breeds of baby on it, wearing sunglasses, borrowing Obi-Wan Kenobi’s most famous (and meme-able) phrase.
We did not buy it.
See, we live in a destructive community; it has a lot of children and dogs and lacks any kind of responsible, respectful adult oversight (it’s annoying, to say the least). We know that if we get a doormat, there is a good chance that it will be stolen, or torn in half, or a dog will take a shit on it, or a child will take a shit on it.
Yesterday, I had to remind myself:
Don’t let the fact that beauty will be destroyed prevent you from putting beauty into this world.
Nothing gold can stay, we know that, and yet we often let it prevent us from doing something that makes us happy.
So I bought the mat.
This mat makes us happy.
And it has made me happy several times already, every instance of opening my door to let my puppy out. The next time I turn the knob, the mat might be gone, but it was here for a time and that time would be over.
I am beautiful and I will not last. Same goes for you.
I hope you remember that the next time the fear of inevitable entropy tries to prevent you from embracing beauty.
Look at that death, right in her eyes, and welcome it: “Hello there.”
The Den 