Moments of Growth. Turning Points.
I am grappling with this post on moments of growth or
turning points. I believe that people can change. I believe in the power of
making a decision, of striving to reach a goal. Of the value of working toward
something, whether or not we happen to make it there or not. All of this is
pretty much my philosophy of life. Go for it. Rah rah.
And yet there are times, like what happened yesterday in
Boston, when everything I believe about the world comes into question. How can
I, how can any of us, imagine that we are in control of anything we do? That
our dreams are worth pursuing when any moment a random horror can literally
knock us off our feet?
How do you go on in
the face of this kind of evil?
The tragedy, in many ways, is that we do go on.
This unbelievably horrible thing happens and for a few beats
we feel the shock of it. Then we take stock. I am not there, thank God. This is
not happening to me. But wait, do I know anyone there? My son, away at college?
Family members who run races? Friends I went to school with? Has this Thing
touched anyone I know?
Another beat. Immense relief. And here you want to fall to
your knees and give thanks to luck--to fate--to chance.
Another beat. You absorb every awful detail. Listen to
stories. View terrible images you wish you could unsee.
Another beat.
You move on.
There is a stupid cliche' about how this is what we have to
do or else the terrorists win. I don't think the terrorists care one way or
another about any of us. Sick people that are so cut off from their own
humanity can't imagine how other humans are affected by their evil actions.
But what are we to do then? Besides falling on our knees and
alternately mourning for each other and crying in gratitude about our own
safety? Call all of our loved ones home and crawl into our basements or
closets? Keep ourselves safe that way?
Who the hell knows.
Running a marathon is in many ways the ultimate symbol of
pursuing a dream. You run, you run, you run--every day--slapping one foot down
in front of the other--striving to move faster, to win, or to simply complete
the course.
Beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteI especially loved the last line of your post, because it's something I really needed to read right now. What happened at the marathon has made me afraid and sad, and your post helped give me hope.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and very much what I need to remember after this latest heartbreak. Thanks for this!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. Let's be a world of runners together.
ReplyDeleteYes! Be a runner...
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