The connections that support our lives can be so important that we fail to see all of them, which is NOT a terrible thing. Like fish in water it can be overwhelming to always think of who and what you need to survive as you spend most of your time just living.
And then there can be shocks, which can make them flash at you so sharply, where I don't pretend to be able to give a best answer as to why one thing does and something else does not. Guess it is unique to each of us and our experience.
Relentless activity around our planet by human beings is what we know. And so much of that positive but then there are those who attempt to destroy the fabric of the lives of others, and even take their lives.
As sobering as that is, there is a reality that our lives will be defined by the best of times and the worst of them but also so much in-between, where it is so particular to every human what finds you. And not necessarily in our control. And so sad when completely out of our control if to harm or even death.
It is amazing how many of us are on this planet doing our thing though. Which is so hard to characterize. So much human activity, wish to believe most of it somehow works for the better. But can't say really know.
Do find comfort where I can though which so often involves those connections that matter, and best when feel positive with them.
Finding myself more appreciative of those positive things so many people do. Appreciating the art and the music. Appreciating the fellowship. Appreciating what I may take for granted, not occurring to me as I type. All of it together represents a support. Maybe not so visible most of the time, but there's a comfort there too.
People are going to do something, which of course is built into living, and I just want to choose to do things that help, and to be lucky enough to for the most part be around people who are building a better future.
Finishing out this week, balancing against the negatives, thinking of how much wonderful I'm sure got done, as people keep doing good things, come what may, day after day.
James Harris
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