Jummah Reflection: Winter is Here
Jummah Mubarak, Shabbat Shalom & TGIF.
The last few days have been grey and chilly. A sort of hazy melancholy, for which I’m not entirely sorry, has quietly settled on me.
Occasionally I get to this place where I am neither optimistic or pessimistic but simply resigned to reality as it has presented itself.
These are the moments when I realize the futility of most of the hard work and hope that has been expended in human history. These are the days when I feel connected to all those who came before. Who lived and died with unanswered questions and vain prayers on their lips.
And it doesn’t make me upset.
These are the the days when I realize that I’m nothing special. Just one of billions in history who will, if I’m lucky, be remembered only by an infinitesimal fraction of future humans who hear stories from my children’s children.
We do what we do, not for glory or gain, but because the alternative is unthinkable.
We do what we do without guarantees. Even those of us who believe in an afterlife do so with blind faith that is often based more in our own fears than in any real truth.
Winter is here, and she will stay for a while.
The water has slowed to a trickle beneath the ice.
I’ll build a small fire and try to stay warm. You can sit here by me.