I heard someone say, we need to stop fighting reality in order to be happy.
It stopped me in my tracks since we do shadowbox with what is, something I already know, not accepting the things we cannot change, to quote St. Augustine.
Life is so unpredictable with her twists and turns.
Have you ever heard, the Gods laugh, while we make plans?
You wonder what’s the point of anything then. We should just keep coasting down that perennial hill without breaks or a map.
I feel fighting reality is a way of surviving, striving to overcome the challenges tossed in our path.
I still spar with my hearing loss, even though I’m told it’s a done deal. Makes me think of FDR, who after years of being in a wheelchair, still believed one day he’d walk.
Is that denial or faith?
Stupidity or wisdom?
Hope verses certainty?
Paul Tillich said, the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty.
So broken down, reality can be viewed like looking through a funhouse mirror, those bells and whistles that may, or may not, ring true.
It’s hard to be faithful to a rainbow that may never come, but I do think, the possibility of its arrival, waiting at the station with flowers and a bottle of bubbly beneath a banner of welcome, is a much better place to be.
Go where it’s warm, I’ve heard it said…
so excuse me, while I pack for Miami.