Does everything happen for a reason, or is it just that when something bad happens, you might find a blessing somewhere amidst the rubble?
This tormentor hit us, it knocked us down, but worse, much worse, it showed a side of ourselves that we like to pretend isn’t there – a cruel greediness, a viciousness that seethes like a rabid dog.
The vegetation is stripped away, the bare bones of our humanity shine starkly in the bright light. We sweat in the stale heat and stagger in the streets. We have lost our way.
It’s easy to sing and smile when times are good, but the hope is that we are at our best when times are hard. And these are hard times, but not the hardest of times.
Perspective is everything, but take a step to the side and perspective shifts. What is reality?
And regardless of reality, what do we stand for? Only our own pleasure and the satisfaction of our own long-held grievances? A sad attempt to even a playing field?
We have saved our lives, though some are lost, the sea’s fury took them away from us. But for those of us that remain, I wonder...to what end? What of our livelihoods? What of our honour? What of our belief system? What of ourselves?
Lessons learned are like bridges burned – You only cross them once.
Until next weekend,
~ Lisa
