“Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious.”
~ Bill Meyer
I wonder, sometimes, what it was like before the era of instant communication. Tragedies happened— they’ve always happened—but we didn’t binge on the minutest details of them. We didn’t know about many of them at all. Is that why, in dewy retrospect the past seems like a gentler place?
Maybe the world seems horrifying today because allow ourselves to consume a steady diet of horror. Indeed, we consider it our right to do so.
I don’t know all the answers; I don’t even know all of the questions. I’ve come to believe that it really doesn’t matter though. There are things I’m not meant to understand and that’s okay with me.
Ah, but those things that I know that I know, those are the richest treasures in the world. I’ll hold on to those things while continuing to plant Golden Delicious apples.
In faith.
I love the quote. 🙂