"There must be those among whom we can sit and weep and still be considered warriors."
WARNING: a serious post...
Okay, I admit it: life is hard, the world is a mess, community has broken down, sentient beings suffer.
With all my being I hate to say this. I am by nature an optimist and I am a fortunate person. But two things I can choose to ignore, but at what cost?
The first is I am now old enough to know that the unexpected can happen in a flash, and it can be bad. I know I could die--unlikely but possible; that illness or worse could befell someone in my family; that there are more reasons for low grade constant stress than I ever thought possible back in my innocent childhood when my biggest worry was Joanne Vinci being mean to me.
The second is that so many parts of the world are at war; so many children and families scarred by terror and dislocation and death and loss. And so many animals--those happy elephants from the circus and those entertaining dolphins at Seaworld and those stray dogs who stay together and those soft rabbits, skinned alive--all these things I once quite naively thought were alright most certainly are not alright.
I am at a point when I have very little to complain about. I don't have to work, although I do and I will. I am emotionally sound and wise, although I sometimes am swayed by pettiness. I am physically healthy, even with my titanium knee and cantankerous back (and, okay, extra weight). I have a family--children, even,-- great friends, a vacation home by the sea, an active and creative mind, the time to write and draw and tend to a garden.
What shall I do about the elephants and the dolphins and the dogs and the rabbits? And the missing children and the children in Syria? What shall I tell my mind when I have so little to personally worry about? How shall I spend the time I have and how shall I reconcile that that time is here and now and that time means showing up and doing something I think is good.
I am not writing this as some cathartic exercise. I am writing this because I don't think I'm alone when I ask these questions.
A good thing I can do for myself, my community, my planet--is to contribute positive energy whenever and wherever I can, and to avoid or lessen negative energy wherever and whenever I can. That sounds so corny but it is true.
A world at war doesn't diminish the natural beauty of the world or the fact that there are people who do terrible things and thank god there are also people who do wonderful and brave things. Sometimes it's the same person doing both.
I am going to write again. I've begun. If no crisis turns up, I am going to see how much of a writer I can be.
Thanks for listening. Any thoughts?