Since when has being “good enough” been a prerequisite for loving something (or someone)? In this world, that’s a quick route to a dismal life indeed.
There’s the old saying in the USA: “My country, right or wrong; if right, to be kept right; and if wrong, to be set right.” The sentiment carries just as well, I think, for the universe as a whole. Things as they are may be very wrong indeed, but what does it solve to hate the universe for it? Humans have a long history of loving not what is perfect, but what is broken—the danger lies not in the emotion, but in failing to heal the damage. It may be a crapsack universe out there, but it’s still our sack of crap.
By all means, don’t look away from the tragedies of the world. Figuratively, you can rage at the void and twist the universe to your will, or you can sit the universe down and stage a loving intervention. The main difference between the two, however, is how you feel about the process; the universe, for better or worse, really isn’t going to notice.
Since when has being “good enough” been a prerequisite for loving something (or someone)? In this world, that’s a quick route to a dismal life indeed.
There’s the old saying in the USA: “My country, right or wrong; if right, to be kept right; and if wrong, to be set right.” The sentiment carries just as well, I think, for the universe as a whole. Things as they are may be very wrong indeed, but what does it solve to hate the universe for it? Humans have a long history of loving not what is perfect, but what is broken—the danger lies not in the emotion, but in failing to heal the damage. It may be a crapsack universe out there, but it’s still our sack of crap.
By all means, don’t look away from the tragedies of the world. Figuratively, you can rage at the void and twist the universe to your will, or you can sit the universe down and stage a loving intervention. The main difference between the two, however, is how you feel about the process; the universe, for better or worse, really isn’t going to notice.