A Year Of Growth

I’ve been feeling pretty melancholy the last little while, very lethargic, and for the most part apathetic. A case of the winter blues, even though we are in the middle of a Chinook. Anyway as I was bumbling around on the internet i came across this site, http://makesmethink.com. On it were three small blurbs that just struck me. 

Today, after spending the last 3 years viciously bickering with the college kid who lives next door, I found myself crying in his arms and thanking him repeatedly for saving my son’s life. MMT

#37 (4) - Aug 3, 2009 by Emily - Miscellaneous 

Today, I was in line at the store behind a man holding a dozen roses. When he got up to the cashier’s counter, he realized that the cashier looked sad. The man smiled and said, “I’m buying 11 of these roses for my wife.” And then he handed the cashier the 12th rose. She smiled from ear to ear. MMT

#57 (7) - Aug 5, 2009 by geneveve

Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face. MMT

#4011 (30) - Jan 15, 2010 by dave - Sad

Things like this have always brought me out of a bad mood, even the negative ones. Something similar is the Post Secret project (check it out here http://www.postsecret.com/, http://postsecret.tumblr.com/, or http://postsecretarchive.com/). If you are familiar with either of them then you know how messed up of scary some of the thing said can be, and you may wonder why they give me comfort. Well I’ll tell you why, they give an unimaginable breadth and scope on what it is to be a person, into what we truly believe and think. They are both forms of the utmost honesty, of confession of yourself. They let you cry, laugh, get angry, or sympathize over a short comment made by a person you’ve never met, and probably never will. For the briefest of moments you see the closest to true human depth that you ever will.

Back to my point of why I find comfort in them. To condense all that is above, they are some of the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I have the first Post Secrets book, and every time I open it I just feel an immobilizing sense of awe, and every time it’s just as hard not to cry.

We forget far to often that the people around us are just that, people. They have their lies, their secrets, their emotions, and their joys. We forget to stop and say thank you to the cashier or ignore the girl crying alone in the park. We forget that ours and others emotions aren’t one dimensional, we can commit a great act of love and selfishness at the same time. Post Secret and Made Me Think reminds me of that, and so I’ll leave with my favorite Post Secret. 

Ohh, I guess I said I’d have a photo of my head and I can’t go back on my word so here it is.