I feel like, the older I get, the more I realize that everyone around me is just barely holding it together. Maybe everyone has had a period in life when things just seemed easy, but I think most of the time, for most people, things seem hard. Things seem to be a struggle.
I live in London, which, if you ask me, is a dog-eat-dog world. People don't stop for pedestrians, or care who they push, or where they vomit, or whether or not they're doing any good at all in the world. Sometimes it feels like a really barbaric place.
And sometimes it's hard not to get lost in the rainy days and the car exhaust and the endless conferences of people whose main goal is to sound smart.
But then, happily, I remember, that even though life is hard, people DO manage to hold it together. Sometimes, when we get really lucky, we even hold each other together. And that reminds me that God, that little extra magic and glue in all the falling apart relationships and falling apart rainy days, is here.
"The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They'd grow tired
with that revolving, if they weren't.
They'd say
'How long do we have to do this!"
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it.
Be your note.
I'll show you how it's enough."
(Rumi)
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