A simple question arrested me: What do you have that you did not receive? As I paused and thought through my catalogue of possessions and abilities it dawned on me that my simple answer was: nothing. Not even my life.
I find that in life, people tend to sag in the middle. When young, you are empowered by vision and dreams to be anything and conquer the yet to be tested unknown world. Naive yes, but don’t you miss those times of limitless aspiration and wide open vistas of opportunity? In the latter stages of life, people seem to reclaim that exuberance. Dreams and passions long delayed return. The vigor of better-late-than-never serves to make buoyant once more those pursuits previously deferred.
I know that if I look, I will see children growing up in circumstances that children should never experience. I will see parents making impossible choices that parents should never have to make. If I look, I know that I will feel. I will be heartbroken.
Please notice that I said albums. There are a lot of good songs that come out every year; however, I am somewhat old fashioned in that I judge an artist by the entire album. In our singles loving iTunes jukebox culture, I find that the album as a cohesive work of artistry is often ignored.