So my young friend was visiting. She is still in her 20s. I told her that I was a bit concerned about this middle east thing and she knew little if anything about it. I explained what I could without trying to alarm and she asked me “How long have they hated each other?” And I said thousands of years really. And she said, “well there you go” and went on about her business. And I thought, how much I wanted to live in that narrative. The narrative we used to mostly live in when we heard about distant wars and they were just those things… distant. Not to do with us. Our lives. Our future. Perhaps it is a better narrative. Some of us just can’t find our way there. Because, happiness is not the goal of life despite the current philosophies out there. It is purpose. Sometimes that comes with happiness as a byproduct. But mostly not. In this world. Peace. Here. Now.
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Too true Sylvia, I'd like to be back in that narrative also.