The rain falls and gets everyone wet.
A yellow glow of light in a window telling you mom is still awake.
Drawings on the refrigerator.
A young man waiting in a car for a girl to come out.
My test results.
Possible.
Dad is angry.
Where is the money coming from this week?
He’s on the wrong side of town.
God is angry.
God is silent.
Possible.
Will they care?
Will they listen?
Will they feel the things that I feel?
Possible.
The comfort that darkness brings is that it covers us up, so we don’t have to be responsible.
The irresponsibility of comfort.
That’s one of the discomforting realities of life in America.
Comfort shortens vision, curtails possibilities, deadens responsibilities.
This past election, only slightly more than half of Americans were made uncomfortable.
Seventy million people were comfortable with darkness.
They were comfortable with the way things are resentful, fearful, of the way things could be.
Their comfort stopped them short in their journey of life.
They have stopped asking themselves what is possible.
None of us like to admit when we are wrong.
It makes us uncomfortable.
Too many of us rely upon our own ego that tells us that we can never be wrong.
We find ourselves at odds with the universe.
Impossible?
Justice is impossible.
Freedom is impossible.
Equality is impossible.
Love is impossible.
At the core of this impossible view of life, we will always find fear.
Fear of being wrong.
Fear of being right.
Fear of allowing ourselves to be happy.
Fear of being who we are.
Fear of sharing.
There are no magical words to stop this fear.
No magical incantation of phrase that will turn our life from darkness and seek the light.
For those of us who live in the light, all we can do is keep the door open.
It is as it has always been.
The world turns, and a new day comes.
The world stops for no people, no person, no government office.
Life lives; it does not bury itself alive.
We all want love and happiness.
I know I’m not the only one…
Peace
DFrey
