Sometimes (lately, very often), it feels like the world is just unfixable. There's so much wrong, so much injustice and corruption, and we just keep screwing over the only planet we've got. There's so much anger and hate and mistrust, and a lot of time that baffles me, because we all have so much more in common than we don't. We're all doing our best on this big spinning ball of rock. We make mistakes. Our lives are short. We love. If we're smart, we remember to say so.
I never got around to going to my mailbox yesterday, so I stopped this morning on the way to work. There was a lovely card from Stella that made my day. She thanked me for reaching out to let her know I was thinking of her, because I know what it's like to miss your mom, and she does, too. On my way home from work tonight, I stopped to get today's mail. There was a lovely card from Ian, thanking me for reaching out to make sure he knows I'm thinking of him during what I can only imagine being the hardest kind of loss. I walked in my front door thinking how lucky I am to have good humans in my life who take the time to send notes like that and then Lazlo (the much more reserved of my two cats) gave me two nose boops. (I went for three, but that was being greedy. He turned his head and walked away. Then sauntered into the kitchen and meowed in front of his food dish.)
The thing about all of these things is connection. Whether you're telling somebody you know what it's like to miss having a mom. Or sending random emojis by text just to keep in touch. Or sending a card to thank somebody for reaching into the dark and reminding you that you're not alone. Or rubbing your nose on someone's face to get more food. (That probably only works for cats.) It's our connections to each other that make our lives bearable.
We're all in this together and so much that's wrong in the world could be made a little better if we fought really hard to remember that.
