It's difficult to be happy when the world burns

I do not mean that I cannot find happiness. I mean it feels wrong to BE happy. As though my happiness is evidence of my own ills.

Or I suppose privileged is the appropriate word.

I hate that word because it conjures beliefs that are not at all like what I mean.

But I am privileged, to have not lost anyone to Corona virus. To have lost no one in the protests or riots, to still have a home when others have had theirs burned down.

It feels wrong.

It is not wrong.

But as a human it is our nature to empathize with the suffering of others and compare our pain.

Sorry. I want this blog to be hopeful and uplifting, to talk about the good within us and how it elevates ourselves and those around us.

And I feel these things.

But right now I feel like a monster SAYING those things.

I guess I will close with this.

Happiness in these time should not cause a feeling of shame, but a feeling of humility. Be thankful to those who permit you to achieve that happiness. Be it your family, your lover, the cook who prepares your food. Our happiness as people and a society is as much the result of others as ourselves so if you are happy be thankful and do what you can to bring that happiness to others.

Take care of yourself, and each other.