Why is it this time of year people seem more willing to share? Is it the religious holidays that conjure up feelings of guilt or the images we see daily during these few months that make us truly realize the amount of suffering outside our small sheltered lives? The “season of giving”. . .there is no season; it is needed all year long.
Everyday life spins us out of control, going to a job we might be privileged to enjoy, all for the money to enjoy everything life has to offer, we think. We are brought up in this cycle. Work, food, shelter, reward. It enables us to have a family and sometimes prosper. We make promises in January to do better, but the cycle continues. Every year the busyness of surviving in whatever lifestyle we choose increases.
If we have a choice. Many of us do and we are the lucky ones. People striving just to hang on to life itself, have another meal to feed their children or just themselves, don’t. So why is it only these few months we choose to see them, give something, recognize their plight? We are all clinging to this blue ball that keeps trying to throw us off. We ignore what is around us and wall ourselves up in our own worlds. Should I be grateful we open our eyes during the “giving season”?