We’re bombarded with uncertainty.
The weather is macabre – current wildfires in Canada, the Mediterranean, the western U.S., Pakistan, Russia, Algeria, Peru, the Arctic Circle and thousands of other pluming beds are proving that the sun just can’t do the job of the rain, and the rain is on break or drunk.
Money is unsettled. Some people hoard more than they could ever spend, and some are scrapping for minimum payment on an Icee.
Health is as mysterious as money and weather – drug commercials try to convince us that we can take a pill to banish what we might have but the side effects include alarming and documented cruelties.
What to do? Read a newspaper? Sure! Happiness is a journey, just like the rest of everything.
If we stop shouting and shooting, if we would not consider anything other than right here and right now, we might change how weather, money and health feel about us. What if they liked us as much as we like them?
You know, tender engagement.
Politics? Politics is the mother of uncertainty.