Almost Too Serious
So, yes, it has been three weeks since my last drivel, and the world has become quite a different place in the interim. I don't need to go into it all. There's no need.
I'm wary of saying that we all live in a different world now. I mean, when all this is over, what will really change? No, I'm not trying to be a downer. I just have doubts about this being the event that changes humanity for the better. We can always hope, though, right?
It's a fight of inches, not feet.
That's what writing feels like pretty much all the time. I don't think I'm alone in that assessment.
I'm listening to the relaxing space music again. I need it more and more now, I think, to help me get into a state that where I can get past stray thoughts and concentrate on things.
Should I be worried that I need music to do that now? Part of me screams, "YES!" Another part of me says that science and brainwaves and doodly-do-dads have proven something with science on this one.
It's okay. In the end, I'm a human. Can't escape the honor nor the limitations of being one.
Find your relaxing space music in all of this. And no, it doesn't have to be relaxing space music to be your relaxing space music.
I think we're all going to need more than a bit of grace and mercy from one another both before and after this is all over, and I would like to think that we're capable of it.
But the responsibility rests in each of us, individually, to see that kind of compassion happen.