Five years ago now, I wrote in my first post here, “When all is said, is life meant to be won or should it mean something more?” I’ve written 135 posts in that time to an audience of ether in the netherworld, but I suppose I’ve written for, if not to, myself.
I’ve covered historical anniversaries many times for the perspective that recalling events provides. I’ve occasionally called for compassion, or at least understanding, and to make some sense of why so many embrace lies and division as badges of identity. Occasionally, I’ve posted a poem or two as a moment of reflection.
I can’t say I’ve made a difference here, other than in grounding myself enough to carry on in a world that is sometimes hostile, often indifferent, but still breathtakingly beautiful. Today, as disease and death continue to threaten all, it is good to welcome the morning, to be alive and able to mark the passage of time with a few more words here from my meta soapbox.
