Tragedy.

Noun.

An event resulting in great loss and misfortune.

Drama in which the protagonist is overcome by some superior force or circumstance; excites terror or pity.

Social media can be a beautiful tool to bring us together. It can also be a tragedy overload that bloats us with the most horrible events and happenings in the world.

So, this morning as I sat down to write my phone alarm went off to wake me up. Unsurprisingly I'd beaten it out of bed. As I turned it off, I somehow found myself looking at Facebook.

(This happens more than I like to admit.)

The first article I see is about something so terrible that I'm not going to repeat it here. Let's just say that reading the headline was enough. Anything that involves children is a quick anxiety trigger for me.

That poor family's personal tragedy wrecked me, and I thought, "Why did this happen to them? What can I do so it doesn't ever happen to my sons?" My mind went down every avenue of why something like this wouldn't or couldn't happen to me and mine.

But I realized part way in - there is no 'tragedy proof' life. No one thinks it will happen to them until it does. Waste a whole lifetime on worry or live it while the living is good?

Small wonderful smiles. Full body hugs from people who mean them or need them. The abandon of silliness and snuggles. These events have as much power or more as the bad.

Maybe for this Thanksgiving we can all remember to live in the moment a tiny bit more.