The story of “Horton Hears A Who” is one of my favorites. That Dr. Seuss guy had it going on, I’ll tell you. Putting that Hat on that Cat was genius. Styling. Bold and daring in the fashion sense. But back to the story of old Horton.

Here is this guy….. this big happy elephant, minding his own tail…..when he discovers a speck on the end of a flower. And much to his surprise, he realizes there is an entire world living on that minuscule speck. Now wouldn’t that make your socks fall down? (I am not sure if Horton wore socks or not.  As you very well know, most elephants prefer to go sockless.  It is because they have great toenails.)

But here we are. Little Specks.  (At least that is the way I feel.)   A little speck, on a little ball, in a universe of little balls, surrounded by infinity.  Well looky there….   My socks just fell down.

You see…..I have been thinking long and hard, once again, about my life purpose.  Truth be told, I think about it quite often. Every day. (But I only yammer on about it here, from time to time.)

It seems to me I should be doing loftier things. I don’t mean to speak with conceit or self-appreciation. I just think that I should be doing something to make the world a little better. Happier. Stronger. Somehow more veritable. But how?

There is an old phrase that goes “Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.” (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe). For the most part, I try to do this one all the time  …. although there is always room for self-improvement.

Nonetheless… when the sweeping is done at my door, I feel like I should be out helping those street cleaners, in their little street-cleaning-contraptions. Try as I may, I just haven’t figured this one out. I keep attempting to map out my strategies for this…you know….line up some big intentions.  Not “American Idol” or “America’s Got Talent” Intentions.  Other objectives.  Street sweeping and such.    Yet, I keep coming up with nothing.  Nadda. Zilch. Zip.

So with that, I’ve decide to start small.  (Perhaps random acts of kindness.)  Hopefully, (and subsequently), things will begin to gain clarity.  Until then, I will just keep my ears open and listen to the flowers.   Could be…… I will meet another speck like me.