The Impossible Task Of Being Human
Tumultuous doesn’t even begin to describe it. Every time it feels like there’s just too much to take in, there’s something else to take in. Point in any direction in any given moment and there’s more than enough pain and sorrow for a lifetime.
Has it always been this way and I just haven’t been paying attention? Or are these times more difficult than other times? I suspect it’s the former.
How is it for you? And how can we engage, together, in this impossible task of being human, which means – to me, anyway – keeping our hearts open, no matter what?