"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." ~G.K. Chesterton
Have you ever thought about it? Poets write about "romantic" ideals: Beauty, grace, plums on iceboxes, true love, and lots of unrealistic nonsense. Chesterton really got it right when he said this.
Why don't we appreciate the lowely, the cheesy, the wet-doggy in our lives? Because they simply aren't romantic. They are mundane, of this world, something that we actually see. We value these somehow noble virtues and idyllic settings because they don't always appear in nature. My debate coach says that a value is something to strive for, but why can't we strive to smell the proverbial roses?
Bethia
