There are so many horrible things in this world. It is hard for me to understand how people can have so much hate, or be willing to hurt so many others for personal advancement. The news if filled with horrible stories. Our government is doing horrible things; horrible and hurtful. And yet one day we will all die. The terrible things that get under our skin, the things that news outlets cycle and recycle, will one day not exist, nor will there be any record of it existing. It will end. Everything will cease to be.
It's not that these things don't matter, in fact, quite the opposite. But how do we interact with them? Starting my morning playing Bach doesn't change the news. But it makes part of this universe, at least for this instance of time, more beautiful, more loving. And to share that with others can change the color and the fabric of our world, at least for the time that we here. And in the end, there is nothing else that matters.
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