Here is an obvious statement: life goes in cycles. On a macro level, mankind experiences birth, development and maturity, age, and death. Climate data demonstrates warming and cooling trends (which irresponsible consumption of resources may or may not be causing more drastic trends). Even in my own life I experience cycles: lucidity, stress, anxiety, depression, equilibrium, and back to lucidity. And thus begins the tangent.
Remove part of the cycle and the whole becomes incomplete. When a newborn infant dies unexpectedly, there is something that shakes each of us fundamentally because that child skipped the entire cycle of life. Life needs everyone of the parts.
Which got me thinking about eco-systems (I bet that is exactly where you thought I was going).
If permitted to choose where a person were to be if they had the choice to wake up and randomly discover that they were not where they were when they fell asleep, no one would pick the desert. A desert is one of those places that not many would choose to be. That said, if a desert could literally speak, would it beg for water or to become more of a tropical paradise? Would it complain that no one ever associates it with anything good and spend every waking moment praying for deliverance from the plight which Nature has inflicted upon it? Or would it remain quiet and contented, realizing that this is exactly where and what its intended position is in the world for this place and time?
Its condition which is determined by nature is not something that can be changed, so is there a point in complaining if it could?
Sometimes I get frustrated and want to complain about things that are out of my control, as if complaining about them can somehow put them under my control. This is when the wisdom of the Ancients comes to mind. Jesus challenges a group of followers, asking them: “Who by worrying can add one extra hour to his life?” (Luke 12:25). Another wise man, Jim Morrison, puts it like this: “Take it easy baby; take it as it comes.”
In conclusion, life cycles and Jim Morrison may have nothing to do with the baby foxes below, but it sure makes for interesting reading doesn’t it?