Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Simply Life

Simple. Life is really a simple thing.

Holding a baby,
laughing with the women in the market,
talking to a friend,
walking down a road and noticing the beauty,
watching a storm roll in,
looking at a plate of food so full of color you take a picture,
stopping to greet, putting aside your “work” because someone needs your help, simple.

It becomes less simple when you become outraged that a woman…it could be your mother or sister, your wife or aunt or cousin or grandmother… is being threatened, abused, oppressed, or treated like less of a person only because she is a woman,
wonder how a mother could leave a child…just leave and never look back,
want to see every child have the chance to hold a book and understand what it says,
struggle to understand how anyone can have so little value for life that they take it from another.

What is it the makes us want to be right?
Have power?
Inflict pain?
Impose on others?
Be cruel, thoughtless, selfish, radical, and extreme?
Would it really be so hard to live simply, so others can simply live? To give generously so that other can simply have?

Life is really a simple thing…
But we don’t live it that way.








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