The Insecurity Of Everything

Here’s nothing I want more, really, than for things to be secure and predictable and easy, for me and for everyone. But that’s the funny thing about being human. Nothing is secure, not even our lives. Almost nothing is predictable, not in any durable sense. And ease comes and goes.

On another, more foundational level, though, ease is always available. When things don’t go our way, when things slip through our fingers, when we tap into the fundamental insecurity of being human, we have two choices: push back or relax. I’m not saying we have two easy choices, but for me, the second choice leads to ease. The first only leads to suffering.
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For the CNN moderators. May they hold their ground.
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With love from Judi