Perspective

I find that I no longer identify with most of the things that other people seem to consider important.  I feel a strong love for everyone and realize that we humans are fairly silly, and not nearly as gifted or special as we think we are.  My point of view makes it difficult or impossible to be angry at anyone, sort of like it being difficult to be angry at a cute, lovable puppy.  I also realize that most of the life events, that used to seem important, actually mean next to nothing.  I tend to find much of life engaging and somewhat amusing.