Sometimes we spend all day trying to make sense of the world, only to find peace when the sun goes down. In today’s Thought of the Day and Question of the Day, we look at why explaining foolishness is easier than explaining courage—and why nighttime might just be the best part of the day.
Let’s talk about how quiet reveals the truth, how valor hides in plain sight, and why the night holds more than just stars.
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🧠 Thought of the Day: “Human folly is easier to explain than human valor.”
Isn’t that the truth?
I can rattle off examples of human folly like I’m reading off the breakfast menu. People texting while driving. People thinking sunscreen is optional. People who think a “free trial” doesn’t come with consequences.
But human valor? That takes time to see. It takes perspective.
Valor isn’t always flashy. It’s not always medals and speeches. Sometimes it’s a dad working two jobs and still showing up to read bedtime stories. Sometimes it’s a friend who listens even though they’re barely holding it together themselves. Sometimes, it’s just someone getting out of bed when everything in their body tells them not to.
And maybe that’s why folly feels easier to explain. It’s loud, it’s public, and it’s usually documented in shaky phone footage.
But valor? Valor is quieter. Harder to prove. And when you do notice it, you feel a little braver yourself.
If today’s reflection resonates, you might also like this post on being brave enough to say goodbye
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🌙 Question of the Day: “What do you love about the night?”
Let me set the scene: the kids are asleep. The dishes are done. The emails have stopped dinging. And the only sound is a gentle breeze and maybe the occasional owl, who sounds like he’s judging me for that second cookie.
I love the night because the world finally shuts up.
The day is loud. There’s always something demanding your attention—laundry, work, people who somehow forgot how four-way stops work. But the night? The night is generous. It gives you silence, or at least something close to it. It lets you hear the hum of your own thoughts, or the rustling of the trees, or the rhythmic snoring of a dog who believes he’s the king of the house.
There’s something spiritual about night. Not necessarily in a religious way, but in that way where it feels like the world drops its guard just enough for you to notice something bigger, something quieter, something that was always there—waiting for you to slow down.
If you’re nodding along, you might also enjoy this post about the taste of spring.
💬 What About You?
What do you love about the night? And do you agree that human valor is harder to see than human folly? Drop a comment, share the post, or better yet—sign up for the daily email and join me each morning for a question, a thought, and maybe a laugh or two.
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