Row, row, row your boat

I am always being sent cute little articles about how "we turned out okay" in spite of all the safety precautions that were missing, poor diets that were common place and because there were no video games to keep anyone inside.

First of all no one mentions: These are the survivors!  So far.  The ones who weren't killed falling off their bikes, or dead from skin cancer, or heart attacks.  

They are also the lucky ones.

And. . . like people across the ages, these are the people more comfortable with the known, the ones who equate it with the tried and true when it is mostly just the tried.

Life is a river and it would be silly to stop taking rocks out of it as we move downstream.  Not everything we do today will be done tomorrow.  The process goes on and on.

I call that hope.