I feel like this is a pointless post. Like what I say or ...

I feel like this is a pointless post. Like what I say or think doesn’t really mean anything. Maybe we all feel that way?

I saw something beautiful the other day. Families outside spending time. Not just parks or walking but actively playing. Chalks in driveways, playing catch, or jump rope. To me that’s more valuable than keeping up with reading and math. Play time for parents 101. But it made me think…

Can you feel it yet? The patterns that emerge. The rhythm that life breathes into all of us when something extreme happens?

I think we feel it most when we experience the birth of new life but also again when we see, feel, experience death. When we feel complete joy and deep grief. We can feel inside our deepest selves how impermanent life is.

And we tend to forget. We forget the value and gift that life is. Stripped of everything and having nothing we all have one thing in common. Life.

We forget because we are too busy searching for, then working towards, something meaningful. We forget because we are reaching for success, for notoriety, for stability, for comfort, for…. love.

No matter your situation or station you are a life. It’s rare that we as an individual, as a nation, as a global community are reminded together at the same time how impermanent life is. How strong yet completely fragile we are inside our own humanity.

What makes life important? How we connect with others. We should value that more.

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A raindrop falls alone

With its own story

Its own dreams

Its own perspective

Landing in oceans

In fields of dirt

On mountains

And skyscrapers

Joining the world

To be connected