It happens to all of us. Being human, sooner or later, life is going to break our hearts. The only way we can try to avoid heartbreak is to never give our whole self to anyone or anything worthy of our tears. Praying Mantis are pretty good at that. Humans? Not so much.
I did not need, or want, a new car. I knew that to my core. My little grey SUV, Hoagie, had gotten me everywhere I wanted, and needed, to be for the past 11 years.
To car people, 11 years is a very long time. In the course of that time, the car value depreciates while the little dings, dents and miles grow. None of that mattered to me. Hoagie was my buddy. From work to play, in sun and snow, it wasn’t just a means of transportation, it was a four-wheeled friend.
Finding a way is a powerful mantra for the times we live in, with people divided on nearly every major issue that confronts humanity, from whether or not climate change is real, (really?), to whether or not it’s a good idea to build a wall between people (ask Germany).
Instead of building a wall between people, families and countries, what if we found a way to enough peace of mind that we could all sanely speak our minds without screaming, ranting, bashing or crashing?