As I work my way through the confusing tangle of life and near the half way point (I hope), it seems that paradox lurks all around. Opposites attract, but if your don't have similar interests it'll never work. A tragedy is both debilitationingly sad, and yet inspirational as the victims fight to survive, or are eulogized through rose colored glasses. The one that is most common, and was recently illustrated to me by a certain green ogre in his latest movie, or perhaps I best remember it from that big hair love song by Cinderella; "you don't know what you've got till its gone"...or at least almost lost. Why is it that when a tragedy almost happens, we hold our kids a little closer, or enjoy that sunset a little more. Why does it take a car running a red light or cutting us off, or a near miss of getting hit by a bus, or a tragedy happening to a friend or family, to make us appreciate our good fortune.
We get so wrapped up in living day to day, we forget to appreciate the life we have. As we start a new year, here's hoping that we can learn to appreciate things without having to have it threatened.
As I read this back to myself, it sounds quite melodramatic...but in the interest of having this blog be an honest rant...I will leave it as is. Maybe I am getting soft as the year turns over....or maybe I have the winter blues...
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