I spend a lot of time here complaining and wallowing in self-pity… It’s my go-to reaction when things don’t exactly work out how I’d like them to. It’s my way of trying to convince myself that things are the way they are supposed to be. That there’s some sort of Charlie Brown cloud hanging over my head.
And then something unexpected happens. And no matter how much you tell yourself that you don’t deserve it… you do. Together.
A decade. 10 years. 120 months. 3650 days. 87600 hours.
No matter how you think about it, 10 years is a significant amount of time. Enough time to meet new friends, and lose old ones. Enough time to find new love and watch it slip away again. Enough time to heal from the wounds of yesteryear. But not to forget. Never to forget.
I recently observed an important milestone. To say “celebrate” would be completely inaccurate. Rather, “observed”. It came. I reflected. It went. I moved on. Every day I move on a little more.
Here’s to the next 10 years.
Three years ago I wrote a post titled In The Absence of Trust. You’d think that I would have learned my lesson then, but apparently not.
It’s worth repeating. Trust isn’t something that is given simply because you ask for it. It’s similar to respect. Both must be earned. There is a finite supply of both, and once you’ve used them up, it’s pretty tough to get any more.
Today I said goodbye to a friend and colleague. Karla was only 50 years old when she was diagnosed with cancer. You know how some people just fill a room with their smile and positive attitude? That was Karla. She didn’t complain. She laughed. She didn’t whine. She loved.
I’ve realized that we’ve passed the midway point of the year, and not much has changed around here. In many ways I’ve been treading water, which is an ironic image because I can’t swim. So what does that tell you? Exactly. And as I write this, I also remember that the new blog theme is called Voice. I guess it was meant to be.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything in the Life category. Hell, it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything at all here. But the Life category tends to be moments where I turn the blog a wallowing sinkhole of self-pity. I think I’ll trademark that.
This time will be no different.
The Internet is a tool. A tool is neither positive nor negative. A hammer is a tool. In the right hands a hammer can be used to build a home, providing shelter and warmth for a family in need. In the wrong hands a hammer can be used to destroy that same house, tearing down walls and smashing windows.
Just like a hammer the Internet can be used to build great things. It can bring families together even when they are separated half a world away. It can also be used to destroy, shattering bonds like brittle window panes.
The Internet is a tool. How it is used it up to you.