More Than Humans

I haven’t written in awhile. Or rather, I haven’t written anything to share.

Things are just so… inconceivable.

(And I’m sure we all just imagined Princess Bride).

Lately it feels like nothing I add adds value. Writing, lecturing, discussing, it all just feels like… fiddling while the world burns.

There’s nothing I will say that hasn’t been said or thought of before. The world is too big and has existed for so long, that I know that part is true. Good old pastiche.

However, there are platforms that exist now that have never existed before so maybe I can reach someone who I otherwise could never come across.

So just in case, I’ll put this out there–

Humans can create great beauty and cause great suffering.
The Earth is much more than just humans.

When I find myself overwhelmed by the ugliness and destruction and heartlessness and hatred of the world, I go INTO the world and remember that the wreckage I am witnessing is just HUMANS. Not the WORLD.

So I go outside to look for a plant or a tree. I think about how long that tree has been there, how it doesn’t have body dysmorphia. I notice animals– twitchy ass squirrels who freak out all the time even though it’s okay (hmm, that feels familiar), ants who are doing their thing step by step by step, butterflies who lived most of their lives as caterpillars, only to soar now.

And I feel a bit better about the world.
Even if humans are still being shitty.

And sometimes, I’ll even notice the good humans. The helpers. The kind ones. Who instinctively reach out instead of pulling away.

And some times, if I’m really lucky, I’ll be one of those helper humans.

So if you’re feeling shitty– go outside, love. Help someone if you can. And remember the butterflies. You may get to soar.

xox