This is how it’s done, and at the end, I read the poem for you.
There’s lots of stuff we shouldn’t have to do in life. For instance, while out riding a bicycle, one shouldn’t have to think about other people carelessly squishing them into goo. Yet, here we are.
Let’s default to kindness and sharing. It’s worth doing because we all benefit in so many ways.
Meeting the devil on the journey home is an ancient story. Most accidents happen within a few miles of home. We let our guard down when we think we’re almost there. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the lines on it are painted with relief.
It feels elusive to me today.
What I’ve learned in my journey is that even when something feels far away, it doesn’t mean it’s going to be work to get there. Sometimes, I just have to hold on and enjoy the ride.
That doesn’t mean life’s always a downhill ride. But for every hill I climb, there is always a downhill on the other side.
We can sometimes be a little self-congratulatory, here in Seattle, about all of our good intentions. We disregard how apparent it is that all the good intentions in the world don’t effect change. Change is difficult: it requires time and effort, which are apparently in short supply.