Every now and then something comes along that hits home. The grind of the everyday tends to wear on you, dwindling your optimism, your patience, and your faith into nothingness, until something comes along to remind you that what really matters isn’t the minutia of life. We lose track of the larger picture as the traffic jams, the endless meetings and the deadlines overwhelm us. The big problems then swoop in and sit like a cloud of ash over us, blocking out the goodness and light.
Then you realize, it’s all finite. One day, there will come an end to the cars, the bills, the illnesses and the arguing. It will just stop. This reminder came to me in the form of a blog post made by a 36 year old woman who just passed after a fight with bowel cancer. Her words stuck with me as she described the “gaping, unjust, cruel and pointless hole” in the lives of those who know and love her.
You can read her full post here and I really recommend that you do…
Am I still struggling with stuff? Of course. But strangely, I took some solace and peace away from her words and it’s helped me to look at my world with a little more patience and compassion and just a small amount of hope.