Could it be that we are our happiest in the toughest times? That when the going gets rough, we band together and find comfort in others? One of my favourite films is Silver Linings Playbook (not just because of the bipolar element). The overall message of the film, unsurprisingly, is that if you work your hardest, you have a shot at a silver lining.
I'd like to think that, if I'm lucky enough to exceed the age of 80, with all my marbles and my more important faculties all present and correct, I'll be cut some slack in the matter of my more treasured bad habits. I'll feel that, having survived so long indulging my relatively few vices, I might as well head for the exit in a like manner.
Yom Kippur 2012 is over. The Day of Atonement didn't bring any difference in the news we could find in the printed media. Do me a favor and check your newspaper right now. Ninety percent of the pictures and the articles are about problems instead of solutions, crisis instead of chances, war instead of peace. How come? Is there nothing positive to share? Is there no hope?