Dear you,
Memorial Day, 2020.
A time to memorialize so much, so many. A time to think about this quotation attributed to an “unknown” author:
“If you want to thank a solider, be the kind of American worth fighting for.”
I sometimes worry about my bourgeoise self in these approaching golden years and want to make sure I am doing more than “enjoying myself”. Mission: Make things better every day, in small or big ways. “Things” covers a lot of ground, but I need space to productively roam. I want to be fighting for something, always. But the quotation prompted a head tilt. Am I worth fighting for? I suppose everyone is, including the beach sitters I captured on camera today:
I do not know these people. They do not know me. They might be here to honor this day or to celebrate nothing but “hey, the beaches and short-term rentals are open”. In their eyes, I might be a spy documenting beach crowding for the local authorities or just a woman recording the moment for her blog. We won’t really know one way or the other. We just agree to share this space.
Thank you to those who made it possible for us to even occupy this space! I hope we are all worth fighting for. May we all live with elegance and grace. I’ll keep trying.
Love,
Joyce
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