I used to reach desperately and aggressively for a connection. Never satisfied, I always tried to go deeper and with more intensity. I hoped that the more intense it felt I would finally feel something, something overwhelming enough to undo the pain of disconnect.
But people are like life itself. It’s the simple mundane things that are everything. It’s the little things in life.
So I stopped grasping and stood back and gave just a little bit, gave them space. Took pleasure in watching them reach out to me a little, grow a little, enjoy life a little, sometimes with me and sometimes on their own. And it was enough.
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