Oh the wonderful things my daughter says. We were having a very intense (pleasant, not contentious) discussion on a topic both confounding and current, when she summed up the situation in fabulous fiber artist form.
Trying to ensure no one is made uncomfortable seems to be at the heart of everyone becoming less comfortable. Maybe we should support fact and encourage people to adjust.
Discomfort can be the motivator of positive change.
Change may take time, but discomfort encourages its continual pursuit.
Regardless of if the event is positive or negative, rather than longing for the past, we should strive to make tomorrow better.
Reposting from 2012. Some things are good to revisit.
Original post – https://pithyponderings.com/2012/03/23/saith-me-gratitude/
While a person can sign up for hazardous service in the military, police force, or other the other various service professions where life may be placed at risk, they cannot sign up to be the ones to die during a pandemic. The very notion that people could sacrifice themselves in such a way is ridiculous. Statements of this nature* promote the appalling belief that the vulnerable are expendable.
The vulnerable are not expendable. They are the ones we fight for, risk our lives for, and go to great lengths to defend from all harm.
*Texas Lt. Governor voices what many may feel, but what goes against the advice of experts.
Good intentions do not justify bad actions. Neither will they absolve accountability for the harm that is done.
The independent, self-sufficient soul may seldom need physical help during a trial, but comfort and compassion rarely get rejected.
A little drop of kindness helps more than all the floodwaters caused by the unkind.
Floods simply get more attention.
It seems to be a universal and timeless condition to desire being told what to do rather than taught how to do it.
Despite declarations to the contrary, humankind does seem to like the quick solution of being told what, when, and where to do something – and what to think.
Living for today while being afraid of tomorrow isn’t really living. In its own way, it is hiding from the realities of our own fears or the fears of others.
Facing our fear and learning to master it, or at least tame it, allows us to embrace the joys of life and accept the sorrow that is an inherent part of living. Fear, when tamed, becomes the caution that makes the journey open to more joy and less sorrow.