Sometimes, in the midst of my own suffering, I forget that life is both fragile and incredibly beautiful.
The fact that we create art and beauty at all, given the limitations in our lives is nothing short of a miracle. I've been spending so much time of late feeling sorry for myself, I forgot that we're all in this leaky rowboat together.
Not one of us will avoid getting wet.
Not one of us will avoid drowning.
But I can sing as I row, and maybe, just maybe, it will ease the burden for a fellow rower or two.
"On and on the rain will fall
like tears from a star,
like tears from a star.
On and on the rain will say
how fragile we are, how fragile
we are, how fragile we are."
--from the lyrics to "Fragile" by Sting
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