I started out writing a post about some silly things that brought me a little joy this week, but in the face of Robin Williams committing suicide, I couldn't post it. I couldn't say that little things that bring me joy and that help me keep darkness at bay are some kind of panecea- that if we all take time to notice and appreciate all of the little wonderments around us, then we can't help but appreciate life and know that it's more good than bad. That's just not true. Maybe not for anyone but me. And I couldn't be a distraction without being trivial as some bloggers with more wisdom, experience and talent have been able to do. Because we need happy in a world that, too often, is a sad, sad place. I just couldn't be the one to provide that right now.
What it comes down to is that no matter what we say, no matter what works for one of us to distract, to deflect or to distance us from our own inner demons or the darkness of the world, we have no idea what is going on inside someone else's head. We have no idea what pain lives in another and we have no idea how someone else can cope or can get to a point when they can't. We have no freaking idea. We don't know, we can't know unless someone tells us. But often they can't - that's the problem- they can't tell us or anyone- they can't be their authentic self or maybe they are so busy being strong for everyone else, they feel like there's nowhere to lean.
I don't have any answers or profound wisdom to share- I don't know what I'm even trying to say at this point...except maybe to say- try not to make anyone's day worse and try to make someone's day better. And know that you're not alone in this world- even when you most feel like you are.
To go back to the wise words of Dr. Seuss, as I so often do...
" We are here, we are here, we are HERE!"
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