Coming to the close of 2022: Looking from the top of the mountain

Slowly but surely we are coming to the close of 2022, a year which could have started nicely, but where so many dreams of a good year were crushed even before it went good on its way.

It was a year when a Jewish Young Professional “JYP” felt as though she was standing at the top of an ornate staircase,

looking down at what might have been a grand ballroom of a world, only the world is so broken, it is difficult to imagine the world as a place of celebrations and parties.

In a way, this is nothing new. The heartbeat of the world has always been a pulsing contrast of peaks and valleys between the “haves” and “have nots”.
It is rarer for the fortunate ones at the top to notice those in the lows brightly illuminated on the heart rate monitor.
But at the same time, there has been a massive change.
Hundreds dead.
Millions of refugees fleeing their homes.
The threat of nuclear.
All for an utterly pointless, needless war.
A pillar of world stability feels like it has been removed
and everything is off-kilter.

{At The Top Of, What, Exactly?}

This year, for several moments the world was on the brink of a new world war, that could be the first serious nuclear world war.

Jewish Young Professional “JYP was one moment at the top of the mountain, but she had to admit

it is impossible not to feel the bitter, chilly wind. {At The Top Of, What, Exactly?}

Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888). From dVerse