I've been thinking a lot about the power of words and one word in particular: sacrifice. Sacrifice may be defined as giving up something, a loss, a forfeit, or as relinquishing, but in the letting go there is something else gained. Rather like a sacrifice hit in baseball.
The question is, can we live with the choices we’ve made? As we live with them do the results stop being a sacrifice?
"Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?" William Butler Yeats
This is one of my favorite bus stops. What if it isn't a sacrifice really, what if it's a choice?
"I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware those who talk of sacrifice." Muriel Rukeyser