leia131 | Babysitting

I went babysitting today. I decided that anyone who thinks there is no Heaven, anyone who thinks the world is a dark, cold, awful place, has never been swinging. There is no feeling equal to swinging so high you feel the point where you stop going up and then come back down. There is no need for pot, just go swinging. It feels like flying. When all you can see are the clouds and all you feel is the cold metal beneath your fingers and all you hear is the laughter of children, then you know what it means to be high on life. And you know that there is a Heaven, and it is just like this. And you know that the world is beautiful.

And you wonder about what physics makes your hat fall off, and then you laugh at yourself for thinking about physics when the wind is ruffling your hair and it flies in your face and you leap off the swing and run like the four year old children you are with down across a field even though you generally hate running.

And you wonder if Hitler would have turned out differently if he'd had a swingset as a child.

There is so much beauty in the world if you only look for it a little. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.