I struggle with balancing all of the following. These aren’t original, but I like to write things down.
- There is an inherent moral code that directs us to choose good over evil at some instinctual level. We associate that instinct with God being good.
- But terrible, terrible things happen in the world, to the world, and to the people I love most in the world.
The curse is over - At the same time, amazing miracles happen in the world, sometimes to people I hate. I’m talking about everyone in Boston. Kidding. Not all people in Boston. I love South Bay.
- I can’t help but think we’re all connected, humans, animals and mountains, in some vast, cosmic manner.
- I’ve been told to live in the present, and something deep inside me believes this is absolutely the path to ease of life and happiness.
- Despite this knowledge, I find it impossible to not worry about the future, relive the horrors of the past, and generally ignore the smell of the roses because they give me allergies
- Meanwhile, I’ve read or heard of things like ‘The Secret’, which is all a
bout controlling my future by visualizing it. And that doesn’t feel like living in the present, but I can also believe, at some level, that visualization does work.
Boom! - When I try and wrap my brain around the concept that everything we know – all matter, planets, galaxies and Uncle Frank who alway
s made everyone uncomfortable when we
visited Grandma’s for Easter….all of that was created instant
ly from an infinitesimally small point during the Big Bang before which time and space did not exist – it makes me want to drink. - A bad day at the office makes me want to drink too. So does a good day. We have to celebrate life’s wins after all.
In fairness, the last actually isn’t a struggle. It’s a victory.
None of it makes sense, but I spend a lot of time rationalizing those thoughts. Perhaps it’s the journey, not the destination.
And He Says 