There have been a lot of days lately where it has been impossible to write, either because I was too tired, or uninspired, or I forgot, or it was too personal. The too personal is interesting because this is a journal and I should be able to say personal things, but I have vowed to make this public and I do not want to say anything that could be held against you or me in the future.
The last couple of days I have been pondering this weird paradox that is occurring for me, which is that the more I see of the actual world falling apart, the more I am able to see my personal world getting better. Hold on, that is not right. My personal world is not actually getting better it is just that I am perceiving it as better in comparison to how messed up everything else is. There is too much violence, too much pain, too much struggle, and as all the negatives pile up, I feel the temptation to succumb to their weight and allow them to pull me under. But unlike the past, where I would have sunk to the bottom of a well of sadness, I have found a lifeline that keeps me not just bobbing above the surface, but floating safely in a boat, and that lifeline starts with you.
Not just you, but you, and your sibling, and your friends, and all the kids we know. The new families that we have welcomed into town, and my fellow citizens who are caring for these families. My co-workers, and all the people who are working hard every day to make their little piece of the world better. Everywhere I look, I see people doing their best, supporting one another, and trying to make things better for themselves and those they love. I see acts of kindness everywhere, in plain sight, and the more I look for them the more I see them.
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