I get that we make our own beds, that everything we do has a real consequence in the real world we live in, and that probably nothing in this life is easy, but I just wish with all my heart that we could see when someone else is in real pain, real need, and be there for them, even if we somehow think they don’t deserve it. Would we deserve it? Everybody’s been a shit, some longer than others. Wasn’t it Baudelaire who said, “We are all hanged or hang able?” You get the point. Nobody’s innocent. People do rotten things eventually, but they still deserve your compassion, and your true forgiveness. Why? Because compassion exists to be deserved. You figure it out. We need more love in the world and always will, and the ones who need it the most need it the most. I’m not saying you have to be a saint, but maybe put yourself in this woman’s shoes. Did she have no friends or family who could have gone with her to this event, this meeting? Was there no kind hand anywhere that could have lifted her chin and looked into her eyes and said, “Your life matters to me?” Where was I? Where were you?
I don’t know why I let things like this get to me, but they do. She’s not the first person I’ve seen with that look of despair on her face and she won’t be the last. I can only tell you that it felt awful to see someone so obviously alone. I can imagine her eating alone, watching TV alone, shopping alone, sitting alone, swimming alone. Some alone time is good and can be quite beneficial to your health, you get a lot of reading done, but all alone time all the time sounds like a slow, torturous death to me, too sad to be contemplated. There are enough things already that can kill us without our adding loneliness to the list. We are people. We belong together. We need each other. Our best happiness is tied together like a bouquet of flowers. Together is where the action is. Take another close look. Its wonder is made up of every color and texture imaginable, and it’s beautiful beyond compare.