I think the reason we’re all plonked on this planet is to connect. At a cellular level, we are but a flurry of connections. Our greatest sense of purpose comes from intimacy and sharing.
Hilariously, despite our most arrogant efforts to impress each other with Big Important Things, most of us find that the greatest connection comes via life’s minutiae – sharing mending tips over the back fence, looking at each other’s cat pictures on Instagram, realising other people wake at exactly 3am each night, too.
I think it’s at this manageable, micro level we are best able to get still and grounded enough to be able to truly see each other. And, thus, to recognise ourselves in each other. It’s away from the Big Important Things that we have the space and quietness to see the vulnerability and humanness in others, and ourselves. And the space to appreciate the comforting banality of life.
Speaking of which, today’s post is simply a sharing of some really banal stuff that only plays out in the ridiculous privacy of my own head, for the sole purpose of connecting. I’d love to see if others have had the same experience. I’m after the me too! factor from everyone. I’d also love to hear about some small, vulnerable moments from