Another day. More news of piguim. More families torn apart by death and destruction.
I actually sat for moments on end, unable to do anything but feel hopelessness and despair. And sadness. Overwhelming sadness. Sadness that sulked hope, happiness and sunshine out the window. Leaving nothing but doubt, despair and questions. Questions of why?. And What for? And When will it stop?
Instantly, I recalled Rav Twersky in one of his books, quoting his father saying:
“Leibadig Kinderlach, Leibadig!”
Sound advice. But really?? Then again why not? Moping around with a cloud of despair over me is not accomplishing anything. So why not?
So put on an annoyingly happy and hip play list
ד’ מלך ד מלך
And I moved it and grooved it. This is what we do. This is who we are. And suddenly the happy playlist ended. Suddenly without asking me, without any forewarning, these sad songs had come on. “Father don’t cry.” Really why not? Why not cry for all the endless lives that have been torn apart by death and destruction? Why not cry for all the despair around me?
The sad songs seemed to continue endlessly. And the despair and the depression that went along with them.
And just as suddenly as they came they went away. We were back with Yaacov Shwekey’s עת לרקוד.
I listened to the words perhaps to the first time. I mean really listened as they penetrated to my very being.
“לכל זמן ועת”
“עת לאוהב ולשנוא”
“עת מלחמה ועת שלום”
We must rejoice. We must celebrate and be an active participant in this great adventure called life. At the same time, we cannot forget who we are. Where we came from and the sacrifices others have made for us to be here in this moment at this time.
“Leibadig kinderlach leibadig”