Great lovers from period series Downton Abbey both told each other, during two separate crisis points in their love story:
“Do you ever doubt?”
“No, and I don’t doubt that the sun will rise in the east either.”
Now that’s beautiful faith, but more so it’s a belief in what really does happen, ever morning on earth. It is predictable and undeniably inevitable.
I don’t doubt the
taking place in the eastern sky either and I do always try to look on the bright side of things.
Okay, all cliches aside. I may see the sun rising over the horizon less clearly than I once did, but I still find the sun appearing in the sky fresh every morning to be one of the best parts of living in this world, in this life. I can expect it and count on it. I like that.
It’s what happens the rest of the day I can’t quite count on or predict quite so easily and that’s what has me feeling uneasy on an ongoing basis, as this new year goes along and gets going.