02/16/2026
I made a comment about the fact that I couldn’t understand why an 84-year-old woman was living alone as Nancy Guthries was. She was quite vulnerable. Over 900 people answered and made comments agreeing with me or disagreeing with me, expressing their opinion. Now I’m going to tell you why I think the way I do:
A Moment of Reflection — Living With Open Eyes
I have worked in child and family services for most of my life. Because of that, I have seen and experienced much more than I ever imagined I would when I was young. Some of it was heartbreaking. Some of it was sobering. And some of it changed how I understand safety.
We live inside our homes — places filled with memories, comfort, and familiarity. We want to believe they are completely safe. Yet life has taught me that safety is not a fixed condition. The world changes, people change, circumstances change. We must be willing to change with it, especially when our well-being is at stake.
We are living in uncertain times, sometimes among people we do not fully understand. This is not a reason to live in fear — but it is a reason to live awake.
Nothing, nothing ever stays the same.
We can remain true to our values and our roots while learning to adapt to the reality in front of us. Acceptance does not mean passivity. Being authentic does not mean being unguarded. An open heart must live beside clear awareness.
Much of our suffering comes from clinging — to how things were, how we hoped they would be, or who we believed someone to be. Life asks us to walk a delicate line: caring deeply, yet not grasping; trusting, yet observing; loving, yet protecting.
As we grow older, we learn to let life flow while also honoring our responsibility to care for ourselves. Wisdom is not closing off — it is staying curious about life while keeping our eyes open.
There is a balance:
to remain compassionate without becoming vulnerable,
to remain authentic without abandoning discernment,
to remain open while still being safe.
This is not fear.
This is awareness.
And awareness, too, is a form of love.
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A Moment of Reflection by Jeanne Schneider Vargas