In every situation, we are always relative; no one has it worse, no one has it best and everyday I come to this realization, I affirm the ‘nutiness’ of life. It reminds me of my native proverbs:
“This life is simple, we humans make it complex”; “The person that has no shoes, complaining and grumbling; when they see the person without legs, they will know they have no problems.”
I see and think about how many lead this life and I wonder: “Do they think they will be here forever?” I’ve come to the realization that, if I don’t do it someone else will; if I don’t impact those life I can, someone else will, if I don’t give when I can, someone else will, if I don’t touch, one life at a time within my capacity, someone else will…
As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs.
As I flip and close the last page, I know someone, somewhere is opening theirs.
As I fold my hands, I know someone, somewhere is opening theirs, reaching out.
I know that someone, somewhere is opening their eyes for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is feeling a hot or cold for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white.
I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that’s never been sung.
Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world.
Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.