Sometimes we complain much too much about life…
About our aches and pains,
Our angst and challenges.
We moan that we don’t have enough, can’t get enough.
We wail about our imperfections and how we are not where we want to be,
Or how the walls sometimes feel like they’re closing in on us
And then something like this happens and it makes you feel entirely foolish, shallow and self-absorbed.
What the hell are we complaining about?
At the very least, we are alive and safe and here to enjoy the blessings of another day…
Prayers to the thousands of victims of Bopha
And to the children of Sandy Hook School
Who lost their lives for no reason…