Yes, this year is almost over. And, of course, we have to reflect upon it, as that is the mental trope that society insists we must roll around in the muck in order to learn from our past to prevent it becoming our future.
Yes, people got married, had kids, ate well, did good works for all and generally made the wheels of society roll along. Yes, thousands died in unspeakable horrors, from gas attacks, cruise missiles, gunfire and crazed violence for no better reason than they were at the wrong map reference at the wrong time. It was a mix, as most years are. Ghastly, heart-breaking horrors with tears of joy as us humans didn’t manage to blow ourselves up once again.
Wherever you are, we ask one thing: Do your part to make this next year a nicer one with small, personal gifts of yourself. Hold the door for someone. Look up from your phone and see the other inhabitants around you. Reach out, if only to say hello and acknowledge their part of your planet. I like to occasionally stop the local firefighters when they’re at the grocery store, shake their hand, say thank you and hope they are bored to tears on this shift. Same with cops, or paramedics. It is a little thing.
Will a hundred thousand little things add up to anything that matters? I don’t know, but I do know that we’ve become isolated from each other to the point of emotional immobility.
I have a label on my workstation desk. It has the magic words that we see every day all around us, but out of context, bringing some gravitas to the words. Here’s they are:
You are here.
All we can ask is that you live that way. Be present. Be kind. Be brave when you need to and be humble if honoured.
Wishing you a present, pleasant 2018.