What If That Were Not The Case

Last night I laid awake thinking about the injustice of it all. How 2020 destroyed lives, altered plans, and changed humanity forever. After what I just finished reading I will forever look back on 2020 in a different light. For me, from hence forth, the inconvenience we faced, those of us who, thus far, have survived, will forever be just that–an inconvenience.

This morning I just completed Part I of Viktor Frankl’s” Man’s Search For Meaning” and now think about the injustices that I have had to face in my life. “What injustices?” I ask myself. I’ve had an easy time of it thus far. I should be thankful. Hell, all of us who think that we’ve been treated so unfairly because of this Covid-19 pandemic we’ve had to put up with should be thankful. We’re still alive. We can still laugh at sunrise, enjoy the song of a bird in the morning, the yap of a dog in the afternoon, and the yowl of a cat at sundown. When we see the light at the end of the tunnel we can still smile. We can still be pleased that we are alive and free. Imagine if that were not the case, that we no longer felt pleasure in life and freedom.

I challenge you to take the time to read Mr. Frankl’s small book, just the first part, and then tell us all how rough 2020 was for you. Or, even better yet, how unfairly life has treated you. I’ve said enough.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.