It is hard, or perhaps difficult (maybe both), to remember times when the sun shone so brightly as it has recently, while shadows are cast so broadly and deeply.
The narrative of the moment is not one of natural balance of good and bad, evil and benevolence, but one of definitive resolve; is not saying “let it be”, but rather, “make it so.”
Focus, sobriety, and solemn purpose sit alongside joy, openness, curiosity, friendship, and a lightness fueled by hope and hard work. Bruises and sore muscles are welcomed into this body, giving blood and bone a chance to prove their worth, exercise their function.
Life is good because it isn’t perfect and never will be. It is full, and a full bucket is harder to balance than an empty one.