When I walk or daven with friends, distance doesn’t matter. The quality of the seats doesn’t matter. I can go forever. I’m absorbed in my connections. The hours and miles speed by.
When I daven alone or walk alone, I tire easily, I want to go home, I want to give up, my feet hurt, my butt hurts, I’m disconnected and prone to depression and I want to take the easy way out. When I’m connected, it’s easier for me to be disciplined and to do the right things.
Nothing predicts my happiness and my morals like the quality of my connections.
