Dear Humans,

When someone cuts me off in traffic or leaves one of those floss picks laying on the ground by the front door of Target, I think, “What the heck is wrong with people?” And then, if I’m feeling particularly angry, I might even think, “Wouldn’t the world be great if everyone was more like me?”

But it doesn’t take too much second-guessing to imagine what a terrible world that would be.

The world is the world. It exists before me, beyond me, and without me. While I like to think I might have some things to teach it, it has a whole lot more to teach me. I should most definitely let it.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck