You know what I love, what I am so gosh darn grateful for–when I see someone try, even when I know there are reasons they want to give up.
What I mean is, there are a billion ways that life can be like a harsh New England winter, ready to eat you for breakfast, but I just want to kiss those who keep working at it, 24 hours at a time.
What’s more hopeful than witnessing those who keep moving forward, even when they feel like hiding, not under the covers, but under the bed, or when love has desecrated their heart, or work has demeaned their sense of self, or politics has kept them up all night staring at the ceiling, or the endless, tedious upkeep of everyday life has depleted their battery? What’s more affirming than witnessing those who, despite having to slog through some of the total shit the world can throw down, continue to whistle while they work?
Gratitude for a strong life force. Our need for happy is endless, our ability to walk the maze and still come out smiling is extraordinary. I watch and listen and learn from those who never stop turning up the corners of their mouths, in the face of not that easy, not that fun. These are my heroes.