It Seems

It seems that I should be writing about something of substance today.

It seems like the world and people and ideas and beliefs are in turmoil. Divided.

It seems I should pick a side.

It seems I should have a strong opinion and share it.

It seems today I should not write about my simple life.

It seems I have felt this way before. After Paris. After Belgium. After Orlando. Today, after Dallas. I am but a speck.

It seems that violence is everywhere, a daily occurrence. Has it been this way through all of history?

It seems that I do not want to choose. My minds eye only has one lens with which to see these events. Certainly there is middle ground.

It seems many cannot see that.

It seems that I want to cling to the middle, understanding my circumstances, but open to using somebody else’s glasses to try to understand their circumstances.

It seems that my simple life is what I cling to. What I know.

My simple life is me. I am not great nor do I seek greatness. I do not expect to change the world.

It seems I hope to make little differences, like a tiny drop of rain spreads out in circles touching more and more surface.

It seems I might have greater impact than I will know.

One right action following another.

It seems that might be where my purpose lies.

One tiny act of understanding or kindness at a time.