Good people have lived on less

Lately I’ve been feeling nostalgic for my own website, even though it's never gone away.

I sometimes feel self conscious about blogging – like, what is my website even about?

But I’m suddenly realizing, blogging can be about spontaneity and just existing in space. Talking to some ghost I may never personally know.

So I wanted to share a thought I just had:

Good people have lived on less.

I'm not happy with the way things are. But many decent people in the past also weren’t. They tried to make life better and found joy where they could.

I hope this doesn’t sound like complacency or “it could be worse, so learn to be grateful instead.” Instead, I’m thinking of the other people who also survived, how they resisted, and what they found joy in, finding strength in numbers.