“There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.”
― George Bernard Shaw,
All of us suffer. No one escapes the ‘rusty knife’ that captures one and all.
By the same token, we all experience joy and rectitude. Displaying our trophies, to our friends and forgiving others and then ourselves. We spin our tapestries with silk and cotton. We suffer pestilences with those we are in love with. We also love obediently. We share and accept gifts. We pay others with intangibles and hope, even as we are beset by storms.
We shine our cars til rust, ever-after. Our shuttered habitats. A shrine. A home, a sanctuary. Shuttered by real tears and rent fabric. Man-made and otherwise.
Like children at Christmas, we unwrap our presents, expectant hearts and joyful interludes. We all suffer and laugh concurrently..
We are planning a couple of things. One is a PR campaign for Morissette Amon. Not Alanis BTW. Secondly, purchasing a motel to house homeless Veterans, giving them a safe and non-judgmental place to live.