Life in A Day
The other day on the plane I watched Life in A Day, a documentary about one day around the world. The videos were taken by us, by amateurs, and were put together as a whole story. It was interesting to see how every day normal life is different in the different places around the world. They also asked the people doing the videos to answer a few questions:
What is in your purse/pocket/bag? What do you love? What do you fear?
Some people had no pockets. Others had empty pockets. One man, who was a diabetic, had syringes.
What is in your purse/pocket/bag? What do you love? What do you fear?
Some people had no pockets. Others had empty pockets. One man, who was a diabetic, had syringes.
In my pocket I have an ID, $20 and an AMEX, because today I am not carrying a purse. When I have my purse, it is full of tissues, wipes, vitamins and coupons. It has gift cards and credit cards and frequent flyer cards. It carries my phone and my money, my (big!) camera and my ipod. I lug around a notebook and pens, gum and granola bars. I think my purse weighs 31 pounds.
There were a lot of people who said that the thing they loved most was God. One woman said she loved it when things were dirty and you cleaned up and you got that feeling of accomplishment. She loved that feeling.
I love that feeling too. And if it stays clean, I love THAT feeling even more. I love watching the sun rise. I love the ocean. I love a clear blue sky filled with a flock of birds. I love my friends and my family and the comfortable feeling I have with them. I love boats and starfish and giraffes. I love travel and bright colors and crisp days. I love the crunch of leaves under my feet. I love climbing to the top of tall things and running as far as I can. I love a challenge. I love a good book and a warm fire and a cat on my lap.
One man, whose wife was sick with cancer, said that he was “fearless, because what he feared was that his wife would get cancer, and now she had, so he had nothing to fear anymore” (that kind of made me want to cry for some reason).
I am afraid of the people I love dying. I am afraid of failure. I am afraid of the creepy squishy things in the deep open sea.
What’s in your pocket/purse? What do you love? What do you fear?
**My friend Sarah posted about this as well. See her take on it HERE.**
**My friend Sarah posted about this as well. See her take on it HERE.**