Thriving

I’m listening to a moody new album, and I’m thinking that I would go to this show if I could. And I remember that I can’t. Then I think about all the travel I wanted to do, but didn’t. I would fly to Italy if I could, but I can’t. I would do a lot of things I could have done, but didn’t. And now I can’t.

It’s a sign of a thriving culture to have music and travel. We dig up bones of people who made prehistoric wind instruments, and we marvel at these unseeable people and make up things about their lives. We talk about the elements of a civilization where tasks were divided and food was stored and music was played. Thriving.

And here we are without the ability to gather for music. Here we are without the ability to travel just to see what what we can see. It stings to know that we are not thriving. Not on that level, anyway.