I’m wrestling with a stubborn computer virus (someday I’ll explain why I haven’t gone Apple; I have my reasons). I thought I had it subdued once, until it arose again to mock my feeble skills. This post is being composed on an auxiliary computer hidden deep in the caves beneath stately Fies Manor. At this writing, I believe (again) I may have beaten the bug, but my computer hasn't quite won back my trust yet. It’s very frustrating and I’ve been mad and moody about it all week.
This morning I went to a funeral for an 8-year-old girl. I didn’t know her--she was the granddaughter of family friends, and she died in a stupid accident that was nobody’s fault. I have friends, including at least one regular reader of this blog, who’ve lost children. I truly don’t know how they survive it.
I also learned recently that a wonderful man I worked with 20 years ago just died from liver cancer, and a very good friend from high school is fighting multiple myeloma.
Perspective #1: My little computer woes are insignificant in the face of people with real problems. What's worth getting so upset about? My family and I are healthy, I have a great home, plenty of food . . . heck, I’ve got two freakin’ computers! I'm so fortunate. I know that. In fact, there have been times when I was the person with real problems wondering how everyone else could be so wrapped up in trivial dramas. I also know that perspective fades. The currents of our self-centered day-to-day lives are hard to resist for long. Try.
Perspective #2: The universe is cruel and hard enough as it is. It kills children for no good reason. Why do so many people (including you evil-genius virus creators) work so deliberately to make it even crueler and harder? We’re all in this together.