Laura’s face was covered in pain, but she never let herself cry. I’ve known her for more than a decade, but I’d never known her to be happy until the past year. After a previous marriage in which she was misunderstood and lonely, she had finally found real love. Now she was telling me that Daniel was dead.
It’s a raw slice of life that I don’t see very often, so I found it both moving and painful to talk with Laura Sunday afternoon. Her husband of barely more than a year had been dead for a couple of weeks from an auto accident, but I was just finding out about it. Things like this always affect me, but not nearly as much as it affected Laura.
“All my life, I’d been looking for love and I was lucky to find it,” she said. “I was searching all my life, but I don’t regret the wasted years now, because I don’t feel like I lived for nothing. Before Daniel, I felt like, ‘Why am I here?’ Now, it’s different. I fulfilled my dreams and accomplished the love I wanted. There’s nothing I really want to live for now.”
Money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can make you miserable
Midlife becomes big crisis when our self-deception stops working
What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?
If the state didn’t wither away for Marx and Engels, is there really a post-statist era ahead now?
What if we’ve completely missed the point of loving other people?

‘Don’t ever be afraid to turn page,’ but leaving comfort zone is scary
To escape hate, turn off media and deal with others in love, kindness
Trivial objects have power to be containers for strong emotions