February 24th, 2019 10:40 AM
I think it’s hard to be happy when you know others are suffering. Which makes it extremely hard to be happy in our world today. Politics aside, there are so many people hurting in our country and abroad.
Parents purchase backpacks lined with Kevlar for their children in an attempt to offer some sort of protection, even if just psychological, against the numerous school shootings we live with now.
Wars and violence turn millions of families into refugees, forced to give up everything for a chance to live and to ensure their children have a future.
Natural disasters strike without warning and people lose their homes and their lives. There’s illness and suffering and death. Some I know personally, some I do not, but I feel for them all, regardless.
It feels like one almost has to be unfeeling to be happy in this world. To put up a wall of Teflon to block out all the pain that we know surrounds us every day. There’s a high price to that strategy, though, because Teflon isn’t discriminating. It blocks out everything, pain AND joy, leaving just a flat surface that nothing or no one can penetrate.
So what’s the answer? I’m not sure there is one. For me, it’s enjoying the good in the moments, even when those moments are woven with sorrow and worry and loss which are a part of life.
This Sunday morning, a cold, windy, no-sun gray Wisconsin day, I sat down to write in my warm house, with my husband and my pets around me, and I felt incredibly happy and at peace. The world is a hard place now, harder than it’s been during my lifetime, I think, but this moment in my life is good in spite of it.
I am lucky. I am aware. I am grateful.