When Charles Dickens wrote “It was the best of times. It was the worst of times,” he must have suspected what was ahead for the human race.
The news assaults us from every direction. Extreme weather conditions are simultaneously causing drought and floods. The cost of living keeps rising along with taxes, and the consumer is caught in the middle.
Worst of all for those of us retiring, there’s no safe place to park your savings. I yearn for the days when you could expect at least a five percent return.
I’m thinking of “cashing in” from the stock market today and putting it in a mattress. Not mine – but somebody’s I trust – so I can’t get to it.
What’s a person to do with so much uncertainty ahead? I guess we learn to work with what we’ve got. We’re still the most affluent society in the world and, I hope, the most resilient. It may take a miracle to come out of this with our lifestyles intact.
Albert Einstein once said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
I choose to believe in miracles. I can still pick a ripe tomato off the vine and enjoy my favorite – a BLT, reminding myself that tomato was but a small seed in January.
I can still spend time with friends who make me laugh and forget for a while all the darkness in the world. I can get up early and watch the sunrise and pray today will be a little better than yesterday.