Had you asked me a few hours ago it would not have looked like this.

The way it goes…

Sometimes.

Appendix: I had thought I was on the verge of a headache episode (and it may happen yet) but it could have just been dehydration and dire need of a nap. Stay tuned.

Thoughts: I was scanning MeetUp earlier looking for Sunday activities and a group called “Meaningful Conversations/Lower Manhattan” has 2 dozen people coming together to discuss “Finding Meaning in Difficult Times.” That stopped me in my tracks for a bit. No doubt that day to day life has its difficulties and some days are just shit. Let me repeat that:

Some days are just shit.

Bitter pill to swallow for sure. It doesn’t matter what we do to enhance the quality of our days, and our understanding of the days where ‘quality’ is lacking. There are going to be days when events defy all our best efforts and even moreso, defy any reasonable explanation. We then spend the following days and months trying to make sense of it all as they rock our very foundations. They can make us question our entire reason for existing. As individuals and as a species, often equally.  There are going to be those days, and if you haven’t experienced them, you probably will. I don’t wish them on anyone but I don’t know anyone who hasn’t had them.

It gets me to thinking though that we may be squandering what might be very good days trying to make sense of the shit days. Maybe we all spend too much time looking for meaning and not enough time looking for acceptance. Acceptance that we are not in the driver’s seat. Acceptance that some days are just shit. We don’t need meaning. We need endurance. And while that might sound incredibly bleak, I think it’s true. Bad things do happen to nice people. Crappy people often seem to live their entire lives untouched by any hardship or loss. It doesn’t make sense, but just maybe that’s all we need to know. Wake up the next day and hope it’s not shit. It absolutely will be if we expect it to be, but it may just be anyway.

Sorry in advance. I’m not being negative. I’m just being frank.

What do you tell someone who is deep in it? My inclination was always to try to fix it and make them feel better. I’d try to placate them with platitudes, and then when it was me in the dumps all the same words sounded empty. What do I tell someone now? I tell them the same thing I want to be told. Look, dude. I’m sorry. I wish I could take the pain away, but some days are just shit. We can’t change that but I’ll tell you what. I’m with you. You are not alone. I will stay with you. I love you. Let me know what I can do to help you through this.

Selah