It’s very common for people to feel alone. Like no one really sees them or understands or cares when push comes to shove. I think we’ve set up a crazy world where we close ourselves off from each other. The “village” is hard to find these days, and if you want to be part of a tribe, you’d better create your own (thus this blog ;-)). The reality is, we are never alone. We’re all in this thing together, and although we may have different stories, heartbreaks, losses, joys, hopes, fears, pain, anguish, struggles, memories, families, cultures…we are all made of the same stuff. We are a huge family living together not as peacefully as we could, on a floating rock. (If you want to get really serious, we ARE the rock, we are the ocean, the trees, the sun, there is no one of us without the other, separation is an illusion).
Joy, peace and happiness come from the uncovering of your own particular gifts, and the fulfillment that results from giving those gifts away, freely, fully, with abandon. The beauty in life exists in the sharing, in the connection. That’s your purpose, my purpose, and the guy behind and in front of you. It’s not a competition. The person with the most stuff is not going to win. The person with the greatest ability to tap into that enormous well of love within them and spread it, fling it, far and wide…that’s a person who’s going to lead a very happy life. That’s a person who’s going back for the guy way behind them to lend a hand. To spread some joy. To shine a light and say, “This way, my friend!! Over here!’ Because it’s a gift, this life. We are in the dark in many ways, and have forgotten the light is inside. You dig through the tunnel until you find it, and then you shine it out with everything you’ve got. And until you can do that, you reach for the hand of someone who’s found theirs. We’re supposed to take care of each other. We’re family. And I may not have met you, but I love you and am thankful to be on this floating rock with you. Ally