30/03/2024
After a loss or trauma, the world marches on, leaving the grievers behind to pick up their own pieces.
Or to at least pretend they are picking up their own pieces.
But, inside of them there is a constant loop of questions being asked and a deep yearning to be given permission to talk about their grief.
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The reality is that we are surrounded by hurting people all the time.
People everywhere who want to talk about the sad stuff.
They want us to ask them about their grief -
about the child they lost,
their murdered friend,
their dying grandparent,
the struggles of waiting to find out if their biopsy is cancerous.
They are craving permission -
to share their inner struggles about trying to find a way to make sense of the saddest parts of their lives.
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But instead we throw ourselves into the things that don’t matter -
our coffee taking too long,
a waiter forgetting our dessert,
our grass not being green enough,
baskets of laundry that are overflowing,
traffic that adds 15 minutes to our commute, gossip,
drama,
nonsense.
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Imagine how much more beautiful this life could be if we all were just a little more real with each other.
Imagine the benefits to being just a bit more vulnerable.
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What would it be like if we all focused more on real connections and sloughed off the stuff that won’t matter when we are at the end of our own lives?
