but no pondering weak and weary. On this night of nights when it is no less than hope that enters the world. Every group celebrates birth. This night belongs to one group, while others celebrate other nights and days. Shared all though is the belief that buried in the dust of the strugglings of daily life, there is something more. Something just. Something that stands above us all, as a star to which to reach. In the wind and cold, there is warmth within.
So stop. Pause. Look. For every person around you is struggling and striving and trying. Each one feels pain and fear and sorrow. Each travels the road alone, whether surrounded or isolated. We enter alone. We leave alone.
Such a burden to think yourself special. Such a burden to think thus. Rather see value in each life, each thing.
Ecclesiastes 1:9
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What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Pick things up and put things down and needed. No more no less. May you know that that is sufficient.
May you feel the joys of all the celebrations of seasons such as these.
