Dear Humans,

Every once in a while I have to clean the gunk off the pump dispenser of the hand sanitizer bottle. If you don’t, it will spray in unpredictable directions and just might get you in the eye.

But while I’m cleaning off the dried over hand sanitizer, I know that the crud will return in just a few days. It’s the same way I feel as I’m mowing my lawn–it’s just going to grow back. And when I’m organizing my sock drawer–this too will soon give way to disarray.

Much of life is a losing battle. We can’t keep up with the forces against us. But when I’m starting to feel down about this fact, I look at that freshly cleaned pump dispenser, and my heart rejoices. I think about how good it feels–at least for a short while–to look out over my fresh-cut grass. 

And that’s enough.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt