As another day
draws to a close and I chase my boys up the stairs and into their beds, hoping
they’ll stay there, I am glad.
Glad that all I have
to deal with is the boring minutiae of every day life such as school runs,
homework, uniforms, and meals, cooking and cleaning. Thankful that I don’t have anything more
serious than that to contend with.
What troubles me
and my family can be sorted and is being sorted. But for others it goes on. Never really goes away. It’s always there in the background,
insidious and evil.
We never know what
the person we chatted to in the supermarket is going through. What they are going home to or what they are
escaping from.
Always be a little
kinder than necessary.
As our world grows
ever bigger, louder, competitive and busy, we are all still trying to get
through the same day.
Each with our own
troubles and difficulties.
Say hello. Smile.
Tell that harassed looking mother in the school yard or supermarket that
she is doing a great job. Buy that
suspended coffee in your local café.
Try not to
judge.
It’s a funny old
world filled with even funnier people. Sometimes
it’s so funny it can reduce you to tears.
But we’re in
it. And we’re in it together.
There’s room for
us all.
Move over. Push up.
Your problems
could be worse.
Mine too.
