4/30/14

The truth of the matter.

We're not owed anything, I'm afraid. Not warm homes or loved ones or a God who knows and seeks and does not let go. Not good jobs, healthy bodies, food on the table, novels to read or sturdy shoes. I have to assume that much of life is learning what we owe the world around us, and stretching enough to give little pieces of ourselves away. The things that rush hour in the city will remind you.

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