It may not be easy for the owner of this crash to see the beauty in it, but Liza did.
Likewise it is difficult for us humans to understand why bad things happen to good people. Like my (high school senior) nephew’s good bud who landed the double leg fracture in one of the last soccer games of his high school experience. Tough to understand.
Or why babies die.
And old people don’t and sometimes suffer and linger.
And war heros (although I am not pro-war ever… I certainly am pro-hero and don’t understand how they can die with such brave and honorable motives).
How can a pianist loose a finger, or a singer loose her voice. How can an artist loose his sight or surgeon loose his nerve.
It is hard to find gratitude in these things. It makes me feel very human in the not understanding. Very helplessly human.
But Liza gets it. She is not ruling out any possible source for beauty and joy. She knows it is not about asking why, but about just going on anyway. Each time STARTING OVER after the CRASH with greater wisdom in this constant search for joy we call life.