Pain in the midst of beauty

Today is a beautiful day. The sky is deep blue, undisturbed by clouds. It's warm and sunshiny, and just gives you the urge to go for a walk. It's a perfect day.

But perfect days often hide pain that is pretty deep seated.

It's easy to superficially revel in the insignificant details like weather, sports, and whatever is going on. It's a lot harder to take the time and trouble to actually find out how someone else is doing. Time because it means doing things you don't really want to do, and trouble because it means listening to someone else talk about their struggles and what is going well or ill in their life. Most people choose the easier way out and leave any kind of heart to heart talking to other people, or trained counselors, or no one.

For me, that re-enforces the idea that everyone is too busy to take the time, or doesn't care enough to invest in that way. That's a little discouraging.

So we'll talk about the weather and how beautiful the day is.

And most everyone will be happy.