Life? Don't Talk To Me About Life.

"Life? Don't talk to me about life." So said Marvin the Paranoid Android in Douglas Adams' "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy".

"Life is a bitch, and then you die." is another even harsher sentiment (from a song, I believe).

I would not go that far, but life always has the ability to throw us a curve ball, a bolt from the blue, and our human existence seems to involve quite a bit of time picking up the pieces, so to speak.

Our family just had one of those events this Fall. I won't go into details, but it was upsetting, terribly sad and indeed tragic for those of us who were directly involved.

As a Christian, I have a particular view of the world, and why bad things happen - and often to good people. It's not entirely satisfactory as an "explanation", but it's what I have and what I try to live with.

As an older adult, I have personally lived through the deaths of grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, and even some of my friends. Illness, accident, death and foul play all intrude into our lives, and the only thing I have really learned is that time does indeed heal all wounds.

Or if it does not heal them, it imparts a dullness or distance to them that make them more bearable, less immediately dreadful or harrowing.

Yet, for all the hurt and pain many of us go through, we continue to struggle to live, to go on, and to actively enjoy the wonders that surround us, both big and small. There is something indomitable within most human beings that just causes or allows us to "keep on keeping on".

That aspect of life is worth talking about and dwelling upon.

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