So true. What can one say as a parent? Why am I reading books on Italian arcitecture for our Fall trip when the carnage in the Ukraine continues day after day? But one says what you said to your son. " Be the best person you can be. Give your all to your child in your care. Love life. When we do this, when we love life we defy violence.
As we grapple with...too much, there absolutely is this moment. The one where we share words with a child, friend, niece. Or watch a bird or bunny (two things I did this morning). Through connection, we offer and receive love. And love, imho, really is the biggest platform for hope that I know of.
I don’t talk much about what I do for a living. Simply put, have a Dr. in front of my name, but it's not a "Dr. your patient is here" kind of doctor as I don't deal with the living. My job has many hats, some involving complex puzzles, and some simply involving yellow AND red tape and piles and piles of paper.
Potential disaster, death, and terror. Dealing with the mechanisms of disaster on what seems a daily basis sometimes I worry about fate less; yes sometimes you are simply the bug on the windshield by being at the wrong place at the right time but I've also found that a good portion of our misfortunes arise, not from fate or ill health or the vagrancies of the winds, but from human rancor, fueled by innate stupidity, and those ever present justifications of the same, hell bent idealism and proselytizing mania for the sake of one’s personal effigies. I'm required to be dispassionate and get into a routine. Empathy is a great quality in a person, but so is efficacy.
I've seen a lot, learning the hard way that there is danger and dangerous souls in the world and I'm not one to shy away from it because that is what I do. It's not a glamorous job, but for me there is hope in it, there is order. I've never had the sense of clockwork conspiracies, or some kind of imposing order of evil. There's simply a sense of things falling apart. That's my sense of how most bad things happen, that it's not usually some kind of calculated evil engineered by fate, but simple human control disintegrating. Most times, things fall apart and happen out of simple stupidity and carelessness. But then sometimes you throw evil in the mix and you have a completely new ball game, in which the normal rules of play and the laws of men mean nothing.
All I can do, is do my job, pick up the pieces and comfort those that remain, and instill in my child that despite the evils that exist, there are still good people in the world, and in my opinion, they are the majority.
So true. What can one say as a parent? Why am I reading books on Italian arcitecture for our Fall trip when the carnage in the Ukraine continues day after day? But one says what you said to your son. " Be the best person you can be. Give your all to your child in your care. Love life. When we do this, when we love life we defy violence.
As we grapple with...too much, there absolutely is this moment. The one where we share words with a child, friend, niece. Or watch a bird or bunny (two things I did this morning). Through connection, we offer and receive love. And love, imho, really is the biggest platform for hope that I know of.
I don’t talk much about what I do for a living. Simply put, have a Dr. in front of my name, but it's not a "Dr. your patient is here" kind of doctor as I don't deal with the living. My job has many hats, some involving complex puzzles, and some simply involving yellow AND red tape and piles and piles of paper.
Potential disaster, death, and terror. Dealing with the mechanisms of disaster on what seems a daily basis sometimes I worry about fate less; yes sometimes you are simply the bug on the windshield by being at the wrong place at the right time but I've also found that a good portion of our misfortunes arise, not from fate or ill health or the vagrancies of the winds, but from human rancor, fueled by innate stupidity, and those ever present justifications of the same, hell bent idealism and proselytizing mania for the sake of one’s personal effigies. I'm required to be dispassionate and get into a routine. Empathy is a great quality in a person, but so is efficacy.
I've seen a lot, learning the hard way that there is danger and dangerous souls in the world and I'm not one to shy away from it because that is what I do. It's not a glamorous job, but for me there is hope in it, there is order. I've never had the sense of clockwork conspiracies, or some kind of imposing order of evil. There's simply a sense of things falling apart. That's my sense of how most bad things happen, that it's not usually some kind of calculated evil engineered by fate, but simple human control disintegrating. Most times, things fall apart and happen out of simple stupidity and carelessness. But then sometimes you throw evil in the mix and you have a completely new ball game, in which the normal rules of play and the laws of men mean nothing.
All I can do, is do my job, pick up the pieces and comfort those that remain, and instill in my child that despite the evils that exist, there are still good people in the world, and in my opinion, they are the majority.