The rhythms of how it is

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You will run through fields of spring, leap through trees of summer, hop through fallen leaves of autumn, and hunker down for a long winter’s nap. So run while you can, leap and hop, for the hunkering will come. Yes, you will sleep, sure as you’re run-run-running today.

Do not fear the rhythms of how it is, my child – have the serenity to accept the things you cannot change. Every day you fret over these things is a day that could have been spent courageously changing what you can.

But heaven forbid that you change things that don’t need changing just because you can. That’s the source of so much unhappiness, people who meddle where they’re not needed or wanted. Lie zay fare, I says to them – live and let live.

So: What about getting down to this business of living? What is it, this being-alive stuff? How do you remind yourself every moment, “Hey! You’re alive! Do something about it!”

It’s a matter of looking around and seeing what needs to be done, and then doing it. It’s listening for little cries of pain in the dark, and casting light upon them. It’s feeling your way through the woods until you reach a clearing.

Live your life every day. Never say die until you’re dead.

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WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith, journalist and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and a couple of cats.