I was sitting on an armchair which, because it wanted to show me its process of decay, did not collapse under me in a hundred years but in ten minutes and I, not in being but always in becoming, understood that this happens not only to the armchair, but also to the table, which "tables", the tree, which "apples", just like our earth, which "peoples" (took this from Alan Watts).
When shit happens it does it for the purpose of being followed by joy. You wouldn't recognize good things if there weren't also the miserable ones.
You can react to every single one but you could also wait and see. While doing your thing to protect, to soothe, to care for what you think is to be cared for.
It's good that you have doubts. Only the insane are doubtless.
Beatifully-said.
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