Lately I’ve been reading a lot of memoirs.
I’m obsessed.
True stories of people’s lives as told through their own memories and opinions.
Fascinating.
And one thing is glaringly obvious.
All people have some reasons to be joyful and happy. Many reasons even.
Most people find moments of peace and lightness and happiness.
Regardless of circumstances.
Poverty.
Failure.
Even abuse.
Most people find ways to feel good at times.
And all people have reasons to suffer and struggle. Many reasons even.
And most people feel insecure, afraid, resentful, or anxious much of the time.
Regardless of circumstances.
Wealth.
Success.
Fame.
Most people still feel bad at times.
This is the experience we are here for.
It’s magnificent and beautiful and challenging and terrible.
For all.
We are the same.For humanity.