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The Pea who Hated Candy


Read to the end and the title will make sense. I promise :)
The author Amy Krouse Rosenthal earlier this year at the age of 51 due to cancer. I had never heard of Amy until about two weeks before she died yet I felt a tremendous sadness at her passing. From what I’ve heard of her though, she was a woman who made the world a little brighter.

It turns out that Amy was a children’s author, which is what surprises me because I spent the past two years swallowing all children’s books I could lay my hands on. Somehow none of her books ever crossed my path. I heard about her because of an essay she wrote for the New York Times in which she wrote an imaginary dating profile for her husband, who was going to have to keep living once she passed away. Amy’s love and tenderness poured out from every word on the page. Despite the cancer and medication that were both eating away at her ability to form coherent sentences, she wrote with a poignancy I can only hope for in my own writing. Through her words, I could see she was a woman of incredible strength, love and passion.

https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--W66jENwz--/c_scale,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/ptiosnmdifqlwaghif8l.jpg But this essay, while among my favorite pieces of writing, is not the part about Amy that struck me most. Amy gave a TED talk that I found while reading her obituary. The talk is about the “seven notes of life” as she calls them. They are broad statements about how to view the life you are living. As far as TED Talks go, it might not be the most revolutionary. I am not left feeling I can be a better human being after watching it or that I have a better understanding of how the world works.
I wondered, then, what the value of the TED Talk was. Since coming to Finland, I have found myself increasingly judging the worth of things based on how much knowledge, ideas or competencies they have. Our classes are all focused on research and scientific inquiry. I have begun to feel that every comment we make in class needs to be based on research or have some kind of analytical contribution to the discussion.
Amy’s talk was not analytical. The ideas she brought up were loosely connected, sometimes dubiously so, and many were broad ideas that I have heard so many times before that they sound like platitudes at this point. As I listened though, it dawned on me that not everything in life is about contributing in such an academic way. Amy’s talk was full of hope and joy. She talked about appreciating the little things, like finding a book that matches the title of her presentation, or appreciating that the word “OK” when turned on its side looks like a person. She also talked about “beckoning the lovely” because what you look for, you will eventually find.
Her talk was like her children’s books. Perhaps simplistic in its message but there was beauty in the message. Children’s books teach the youngest humans on the planet about what is important in the world. They are simple in their message and their power lies in this simplicity. Deep thinking is important but it is also important to appreciate the little things. Like the squirrel eating acorns in the backyard, the colors of the sunset reflecting off the water, or the way a child thinks that she is going to visit downtown England.
I am going to strive to keep this balance. In my classes I will try to think critically and scientifically. But I will also try to appreciate the world around me. This includes the differences in ways of people’s thinking. Some are naturally inclined toward the scientific, some naturally toward the small moments. Both are important views in creating a loving world. In a class I took in college on writing creative non-fiction, we had to write short pieces on the smallest moment we possible could. It’s these small moments, after all, that together make up a life time.
https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/417FATPBS0L.jpgAs a side note, I recommend reading Amy’s books. After listening to the talk I had to go and find one of her picture books to read (Which I listened to on youtube). I found one about a little pea who doesn’t want to eat his candy but eventually forces it down when tempted with a big bowl of his favorite dessert: spinach. It’s adorable for its whimsical fantasy. And yet despite the fantasy every child can relate to it.

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