Far too long.

It’s been far too long since I’ve checked in on you, how are you? I realize this is a loaded question, but one I still feel the need to ask. You can lie if you’d like, I’ll believe it. I’ll believe that everything is ok, that your happy and so am I. I’ll listen to you tell me about how wrong the world is, how your life feels out of control, how you think that there is no point, and to a degree I’ll agree.

I too think that we’re falling apart and entropy is aiming to claim us. Yet, how nice that is. How fortunate we are to be living in the End Times. Anyone can find joy and happiness when everything is going their way and the wind is at their backs. What of those with the stomach to look at the grotesqueness of pain, the unbearable weight of suffering, or the inhuman treatment of fellow humans and find the strength to be in that space? Here is where I find myself most of the time, and if you are reading this, you may also reside here. If that’s the case, it’s good to see you again. We can share stories of how our hearts break every day, or how close to the surface tears truly are. My ears, smile, and heart is yours.

I hesitate to sit and listen, I’d much prefer to sit across from you in a mutual silence under candlelight and look into each other’s eyes. It will start as most things, uncomfortably, but stay would you? Can we take turns shedding one layer of ourselves at a time? I’ll go first and let go of my eagerness to please, or perhaps my desire to belong. I think talking is a poor method of communication when trying to convey something as nuanced as our human experience and the burdens we carry. True intimacy is not how often sex occurs, but how often our hearts leave our chest with the door open so someone else’s can come inside and explore the home you’ve built.

So, do you dare answer? Or can I interest you in a space where we don’t need to?