I try not to go into those things a lot. What you give your attention to, persists. The watered plant thrives. But it's not easy to ignore. Yet my hope for the future remains high. We will move beyond all this madness too. Right now the sun is shining, the air is crisp and clear and I am spending some time doing things I enjoy.
With all its trials and tribulations and the constant threat of doom, life is still worth living. Even as I mourn those who were killed senselessly this morning doing nothing more than enjoying friends and music, I can see tomorrow. We will go on.
And so that is why it seems appropriate to give thanks for the hope of tomorrow. It is not promised that it will come, but everyday the sun rises. And we rise with it. In spite of it all.