In Praise of Anything

There are many volumes which specifically aim to praise things to a dramatic literary degree, whether that be folly, shadows, slowness, idleness, walking, floods, boredom, missing out, the night, poetry, hands, mountains, diaries, or really any topic or theme you can additionally think of. To me most of these literal titles seem either obvious, diminishing, misleading, or a combination of all three.

Of late I’ve been seeing some benefit to operating in a less specific and defined manner, a broader one in terms of appreciation, namely trying to spend more time in a state of mind and body where it is possible (or at least more possible than before) to be in praise of anything at all.