There are moments in conversation with dear ones when I know I don’t have the experience they have. The only way to know how they feel, what they’ve been through, is to have been through a very similar situation. (Losing one’s home does not equal losing your favorite CD.)
These days I’m looking at everything as gaining experience, diversifying my life skills. I’m building my portfolio, so to speak.
But most importantly, I remind myself that there is so much I don’t know. There are some experiences I hope never to have.
I give thanks for this luxurious life, knowing that my scale of luxury differs from others’. With thanksgiving and appreciation, I go forth into the world. All I can do is live this life with compassion. That’s the only way I figure I can know God’s love, if such a thing can even be done.