Change sucks.
Especially so when you are not the one making the changes. When some outside forces call the shots in your life and you are left with the struggle of accepting the brutal fact that you actually are not a super hero.
It is an awful feeling. The kind that sneaks up on you and demands that you change your attitude, your train of thoughts, no matter how ill prepared you are.
Suffering the loss of someone dear, losing your job, or losing a home in a natural disaster. They all completely muck up your sense of normality and stability, forcing you to move on without a how-to handbook.
Stop fighting with the one next to you over silly trivial matters. How about looking into making up with someone you haven't talked to for years?
What triggered that thought?
I am looking at how the Japanese are helping each other in difficult times like this. Strangers, tourists, even the triads and mobs surface up from the dark side to offer help to those in need.
They live to believe in one thing - LOVE - the one thing we often took for granted. That's what triggered this.
1 comment:
nicely written and totally agree ;)
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