It’s a crazy season of too-early mornings I’m in right now. Something is popping me awake between 3-4 a.m. n,o matter when I go to sleep. Hence, I’m doing my morning routine earlier than usual, with a mind not entirely up to the task. The fuzzy eyes and foggy head make for some mind-twisted thinking.
But still, I do push forward.
There’s no such thing as an empty screen or piece of paper. I always have something to say, and my blog of thousands of posts proves this. Not all my posts make sense, except to me at the time I write, but all my posts collectively tell a lot about who I am and the way my thinking processes work.
I’m getting closer to 70 every second and will plop that number into my age bracket at the end of a similar amount of time we spent deeply in the pandemic corridor.
Due to some of my current readings, I’ve asked myself this blurry head question: What Does Life Mean?
Someone says we are here by accident, but I believe it’s an intelligent design. Oh, then the earth was seeded by aliens, right? No. I believe God started the whole thing, and we are his creation.
If it were an accident, it doesn’t matter how Life moves around us. If it’s a God-thing, then everything I do has meaning.
Take That!
Yesterday, while sitting in my new office getting work done, a moth-like creature flitted around my desk and flashed into view many times. I kept swatting at it! Waving my hands, I acted as if a current of air could change its trajectory. Finally, I must have hit it, or it grew tired of aggravating my space.
Then, walking away from the office and looking through the trees, I could see a dozen spider webs just a few feet from my door. Every web was trying to capture creatures like that moth. Dinner!
Finally, and I’m going somewhere with this, an insect crawled into my office under the door, and I stomped it quickly. Then, another one lay in hiding, and when I picked up something off the floor, it went scurrying. Stomped!
Then I wondered, did any of these little creatures wonder about Life as I do?
Does All Life Matter?
If we faced impending doom, we would work hard to minimize the situation and sustain Life. Right? But then we want to let Life go quickly and don’t mind helping it to ease suffering or win a war.
I could spend a lot of time analyzing this thought, but you understand the political strife in this present world when we attempt to define when Life starts, and who gets to say when it can end.
Life is important, but not everyone gets equal access to the joys and trials of living into a ripe old age.
It always hurts me to see a forest clearcut or a single tree being cut down because it’s a trash tree or it’s in the way of progress. Is not the Life of a plant important? When you pull an apple from the tree, you’ve disconnected it from its life source, yet it can reproduce from within itself because it houses the seed for the next tree.
See how weird my mind works when dealing with fuzzy eyes and a foggy brain?
Life Matters When We Cherish The Experience
We are wasteful people. We destroy so that we can make something new. What’s that old song say, “Tear down paradise, put up a parking lot?” If trash is lucky enough to be recycled, we may see it in a future product. Else, any garbage that makes it to a dump goes through a horrendous experience.
Maybe I’m wasting time and words, electronic space, and publication. To muse on the question of Life. Does it even matter? But in a local news app on my phone, I read about dangerous spiders. Hiking into unique places to spot turtles, unlike where I grew up. They were a nuisance. The news even reminisced about a dangerous avalanche in 1910 that killed nearly 100 people – you can still hike in and see the remnants of that disaster.
Turtles and spiders, oh my!
Disasters happen, and we’re shocked at the loss of Life,
but we swat the mosquito with aplomb.
We’re going through a season where we stressed to save a life, “We’re in this together!” The rallying cry. Not everyone was treated equally through the pandemic, and some “had” to work because their resources did not cushion them during sad and bad times.
How Do We Make Life Matter?
Cherish the connections. Not all are perfect, and not every connection makes for a good experience.
In your own backyard, we all can see,
Even you are not as perfect
Life is far from perfect.
And there’s the rub.
Neither are you.
Cherish the life,
Imperfect as it is
So too, I cherish you.