I travel a lot on back country roads. And while I drive on them, I am often reminded of the contradiction in life between soft and hard, resilient and fragile.
A large part of my driving takes me on a stretch of road that has no houses, just miles and miles of rolling rangeland. No trees. The birds that live out there, well, I marvel at their resilience. I marvel at how they survive the heat, the wind and the fact they have no shade and no water.
On this same stretch of road there was an accident last year. A young man, 26, misjudged a turn one foggy morning and drove off the road into a gully. He died. He was not drinking as many are in these kinds of accidents. He just misjudged the turn. And then... Gone. I drive by his memorial cross several times a week. I drive that turn just as much. And I wonder at the strength and resilience of the human body, how tough it usually is, and how fragile the small body of those birds seem. And yet... And yet the man died and the birds thrive.
On the flip side, many people drive this road over the course of a week and many birds get hit by these same cars so it's not just about the numbers. For me, it is more about the inherent fragile nature of life and at the same time it's miraculous resilience. This all brings me back to the idea that often two seemingly opposite things can be true. We can be both strong and fragile. Which may sound impossible but allows for more honesty in this life.