I was thinking about this the other night while making dinner. Hands covered in dinner whatnot, I decided to record myself rambling instead of hitting the ol’ keyboard. Against my better judgement, I decided to post the audio too so you could hear my thoughts as they came to me. If you’re not in the mood to listen, the breakdown is below.
When life does its thing, sometimes I can’t help but think: how can I sit here and write about the everyday mundane when someone I care about is going through a hardship?
I think the answer really is that you have to.
Because when that person is done grieving – and I don’t know if that process is ever really done; I’m not going to pretend I’ve been there – but when that person is done grieving, they need a world to come back to. They need a sense of normalcy to come back to.
And that doesn’t mean that we don’t pray for those people, that we don’t keep them in mind. That doesn’t mean that we don’t sympathize and empathize with them, but it does mean that it is our duty to live our lives because 1. they are short and fragile as we so often learn and 2. its a place for that person to come back to when they need it.
So, I’m just going to keep on keepin’ on for anyone who needs that place.