That seems to be the message of the day, coming to me with surprising sanity in spite of the groggy exhausted achy condition I'm in for no reason I can pin down, except for that most optimistic diagnosis some like to call "a healing crisis."
So many buttons I've pressed today are sticky, what glommed on to the camera? The Y key downstairs? Entropy the enemy, the weights on the bench press, it's not easy to get anything done. It's not easy to do something good. In fact, to do something really really good is really really hard and we do fail often, don't we? We're all climbing very slippery vines.
Through the fog of my middle world malaise comes a renewed appreciation in all the things I take for granted, breathing, for instance. I can do that. All the food in the refrigerator, the warmth and tremendous beauty of friends and company, the minds also hard at work trying to navigate this trying maze. Nature, whose beauty expands with each second, third and fourth look. Whose call is so loud.
Our lot is hard, our choices difficult. We are pulled in every direction and hunger for so much, and each of our steps is threatened with innumerable pitfalls. We find it hard to place limits on our indulgence, indulgences that undermine our better sense. How much more then should we celebrate every wholesome resolution, every graceful evolution, every just revolution.
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Powerful. Its funny, but I am having more fun now that we are bearing down on our spending and store bought entertainment. My family is entertaining ourselves with natural entertainment, going for hikes, the park, fishing.... It's so much more fulfilling.
We are too. Suddenly, our eyes are open much wider to the mystery of the world, and the shows on TV and their routine dramas... snore!
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