Damn! Is it just me or is everyone in some sort of a life-altering, identity-defining existential crisis of epic proportions? What gives?
It’s like the universe recently deemed it necessary to take a big fat shit on everyone close to me, all at once.
And those who weren’t shat upon can’t seem to grasp what those of us wearing the shit are going through or why we seem to be in so damn much anguish.
How are you supposed to be there for each other when everyone’s going through it? Regardless of my struggles with faith lately, I believe we need to live in community and lift each other up. Help one another bear burdens. But when everyone’s under the pressure and no one can wrap their head around what’s happening to them, how are they supposed to be there for their neighbor?
This works pretty well when the shit’s spread around, so not everyone is going through it at the same time. We can work in shifts.
But, nothin’ kills hope faster than a community made up entirely of people who can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.