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For the most part, I think that most people have a reason to get up in the morning. Family, kids, dogs, jobs, or simply a craving for that first cup of coffee. Something keeps us going. As Bruce Springsteen sings "people find some reason to believe."
So why is it that some people feel so shorted, so angry, so entitled? People with roofs over their heads and money in their pockets taking the greatest delight in torturing their server in a restaurant to try to mitigate their own emptiness.
I've been up and I've been down. Sometimes I have been dealt what I think is a raw deal. But, as hard as I try, I can't supress the joy I feel each morning during my walk. No matter how cold it is (this morning -29 degrees celsius with the wind), I feel alive and energized and incredibly blessed.
Sometimes in the face of my job, of what I see, it's hard to understand how people can be so cruel to each other. I feel such sadness at the price that some people pay for other people's anger. But I will not surrender to cynicism and apathy.
The path by my house last fall.
