Secrets and Lives
I saw this link while I was voyeuristically browsing through a blog of anonymous secrets.
This post really struck me.
I, and, I suspect, most people in our Western culture, are so self-centred, time-focused, and scared of emotional complication, that we would loathe to waste 2.5 hours on some “emotionally needy person”. Or, we would prefer to let someone else handle it. Someone with more time.
2.5 hours. Sounds like a lot.
2.5 hours of simply being available and accessible could end up saving a beautiful person’s life. Is that too long to stop thinking into the future and simply exist in the present? Would you spend 2.5 hours just being nice to someone you didn’t know, and speak some hope into their darkness?