Life is a Mystery to be Lived not a Problem to be Solved
Friday, February 01, 2013
Thatís whatís written on my coffee cup this morning. It was given to me 35 years ago by a friend who followed that philosophy.
I usually donít use this cup anymore. It just sits in the cupboard. Itís just too small. Somehow over the decades the amount of coffee I drink in the morning has increased dramatically. If I used my little old cup, Iíd have to get a lot of refills.
I need a refill this morning. Not caffeine, although it is helping. I need a refill of hope.
The problems seem more difficult than they used to be when the cup was new, not personally for me, but for society in general. I donít feel the problems are larger or more complex than they used to be, but those tasked with solving them are so polarized. Sadly, some seem determined to polarize the rest of us.
On Thanksgiving Day my blog entry was ďThereís room for all of us at this Thanksgiving Table.Ē
I hope thatís true and that we donít solve problems by just taking away some chairs and leaving others to fend for themselves. The caffeine is helping, but I canít think about this anymore today. Like Scarlett OíHara, ďIíll think about that tomorrow.Ē Or maybe next week.
For today Iím going to think about both sides of my cup.
You see, when my friend gave it to me, we had 6 little girls between us, all under age 8. It will help me remember, recharge and refill my cup of hope.