Raison d'être

I watch Annabel and think how plastic life can seem sometimes.

She plays with her sparkly toys that glitter and move and seem like they must be the most wonderful things in the world, but any intelligent creature soon notices that the ball always goes around in circles and as exciting as it looks it can't really be caught, or eaten, or cuddled.

After a while she gives up playing with it, but for lack of anything better eventually goes back again and again.

There is something to be said for having to work for one's own food, to have unmet dreams still ahead, for having a reason to be besides being comfortable. Having hope is important. Knowing that it is possible to earn these things makes the work less undesirable.

Without the richness of strife who can really understand the joy of comfort?

It becomes too easy to look for replacement feelings in danger and drugs and manufactured strife - until that becomes the reality and life is depressing and sordid.

Being loved is important, but it is not enough to base a whole existence on. Annabel wants more.

Love is the foundation, but there is a whole lot more.