I was thinking about this topic earlier today. It is a beautiful autumn day here and we decided to spend it in the forests collecting some buckets of lingonberries for the winter months ahead:
But there are very few this year and I ended up, as usual, taking photos instead!
And I came across this little collection of toadstools and it struck me how much this illlustrated how the whole of the natural world strives to survive even when the odds are so stacked against them. The life force or survival instinct is so powerful no matter how rough our surroundings are or how limited resources there are:
These little guys, growing out of an old tree stump, were never going to grow into one of these handsome fellas that just happened to land in a patch of rich soil:
But, at the same time, if we don’t just dwell on the absolute poor for a minute, it makes one wonder is it really a good thing to move too far out of one’s comfort zone? And do we really know where our comfort zone is? Especially as it changes as we mature in years…
For example, we read regularly about the destroyed lives of people who win large amounts on lotteries. Should we really aim for more than we are comfortable with…