Sometimes I just want it to stop

Sometimes I just want it to stop.

Sometimes I just want it to stop. Talk of COVID, protests, looting, brutality. I lose my way. Becoming convinced that this “new normal” is real life.

But, then I meet an 87 year old who talks of living through Polio, diphtheria, Vietnam, protests and yet is still enchanted with life. He seemed surprised when I said that 2020 must be especially challenging for him.

“No”, he said slowly looking me straight in the eyes, “I learned a long time ago to not see the world through the printed headlines, I see the world through the people that surround me. I see the world with the realization that we love big.

Therefore, I just choose to write my own headlines. “Husband loves wife today.” “Old man, makes new friend.” His words collide with my worries, freeing them from the tether I had been holding tight. They float away.

I am left with a renewed spirit. My headline now reads “woman overwhelmed by the Spirit of kindness and the reminder that our capacity to live is never ending.”

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