I was originally going to write a blog involving angst and repulsion. Negativity
Instead, I want to write one about inspiration. Positivity.
There is too much that is negative in our lives. Some of it we bring upon ourselves. Some of it just seems to happen. But we can’t escape it. Some days it is all you can see and you have to fight for those little glimpses of light that peek through the cracks of this abominable wall that stands before us.
Some people can become that light. They can break through that wall and for one moment no matter how long or how brief there is a ray of hope and joy that shines through. There is an essence of humanity.
I’m not talking about myself. I am speaking on the behalf of many people that I have never met, never talked to, and I only know of their existence through words of others, assorted news stories and my own assumptions. Their world has come crashing down on them. Their souls have somehow lost their way. Their lives I cannot fathom. Their daily angst would crush me in a heartbeat. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be them. I don’t know them.
I do know of one of those rays of light though. She spends her free time talking to people she otherwise has no connection with in her life. She goes out of her way to bring them help and if not help, than hope. Sometimes, hope is even better. Beyond all that, she brings them a touch of humanity. To be in her presence is a joy on a normal day under normal circumstances. To be shut away though, your life nearing a predetermined expiration date, to then be blessed with her aura, she becomes a Godsend.
For some, she will be one of their last thoughts ever. One of their last moments of joy. I doubt she even is aware of how much impact she has with what he does. She doesn’t do it for elation, for self-gratification, or for recognition. She does it because she is compelled by the measure of good that she can bring in her doing so. By doing something right for someone who has had so much wrong.
I am inspired by her. I want to make a difference somehow. Not just to live my life safe, locked away in my gated courtyard, the perils of the world shunned outside my walls. I want to embrace some of the ugliness that fills other people’s lives. I don’t want to do it because it will make me feel good or important. I want to do it because it is a good thing to do. And it can make a difference.
Thank you, P_I. I love you.
