Someone close lost a life yesterday. I don’t know this person. But it happened near me and I heard the sirens as did many others. Many people feel bereft even though they don’t have any affinity with those that have lost.
This is of course, an aspect of our wonderful empathic human nature, to be able to relate the sadness of others to ourselves and be thankful for what we still have in our lives when others have lost what is most precious to them.
We hold those close to us, close. We mourn those we have lost. And love those we have not.
But. If we realised that this loss occurs every moment for someone somewhere, where would our hearts lie? When would our days be anything but sadness? If we are truly empathic, then we could not possibly wake any day without mourning someone’s loss. Because we do not have the knowledge of what happens we can be ignorant, and therefore, surely it is knowledge that is the catalyst for kindness or ignorance. And if knowledge should only come upon us by chance, which it most certainly does (unless you already have bionic ability to follow every blog, article, newspaper, text..) then how are we to claim our goodness?
The other way of course, is to grant the truth that awful things happen every day, to everyone, in close vicinity to everyone else and that we are all connected by this one true fact. And that good things happen every day. But people don’t talk about them.
Tragedy attracts us for a reason…it calls us to compassion… to connect with others through pain. But let’s not be mistaken, pain is happening everywhere at every moment. Hear the sirens in sleep, weep every day, love recklessly, honour life passionately and maybe we will get through without drowning :-(