Sometimes, it's more obvious how relentless life can feel — sometimes in bad ways, sometimes in good ways...it just keeps going.
Sometimes I wonder if part of bravery is simply responding to the moment by just continuing what is needed — like going to cancer treatments when you're not sure you can, or to work when it feels overwhelming, or helping your neighbors when they're being bombed.
There are so many people who contribute such good things to the good of the order, to the co-existence of our collective humanity.
What is, after all, the purpose of living?
Prior Randoms...?
