Perspective
Processing my stash through grocery checkout last night, Gina did a poor job of hiding whatever cloud of post-adolescent existential unhappiness she was in. Sympathizing with life’s peculiar way of burdening us, I asked if her suffering included any deaths, referencing people in my first circle who in the past few days lost significant others.
Realizing her issues about the quality of life did not approximate the loss of life, her energy shifted in a palatable way. At my exiting suggestion to keep breathing, baby, we got a genuine smile out of her. Not the last time life will reveal that it’s all about perspective. Keep breathing, baby.
