Sharing Is Caring. There’s More to Life Than Happiness.
We love to share and sometimes we love to brag.
Social media gives us the ability to do this ad nauseam.
Scrolling through Facebook can make me green with envy. Especially when someone posts a picture of themselves on a beach surrounded by palm trees as I make my way to work with the other cattle in the dead of winter.
Everything appears so perfect. And maybe it is for that moment, or maybe it’s just a snapshot of a moment of happiness. We all deserve them because life can be difficult to the point of being miserable.
There are those times that even the happiest of us hits a snag, a rock, or even rock bottom. There are lots of them!
Sharing the miserable times gives us the ability to form a common bond in our humanness. It makes us realize we’re not alone and we’re walking the same path, a path along a trail that trips us up, but then shines a beacon of light for one brief moment.
We laugh, we cry the same color tears and shed the same color blood.
We’re all going to be hurt. We’re all going to be sick sometimes. We’re all going to have failed relationship, with our spouses, our parents or our kids. We’re all going to lose someone we love.
Life giveth and then it taketh away. Big time.
And this is where we really begin to connect and listen.
Our misery is a common bond and out of it we form a community.
People reach out and we reach back. These are the times that social media can act as a 24-hour therapist.
Sharing our story, the beauty and the ugliness, gives us that imperfect, human dimension and make us vulnerable and approachable. It’s evidence that our lives are not one long, carefree, road trip. It shows our raw underside and this in turn connects us to each other’s humanity.
As Brené Brown put it, sometimes the universe has a was of “bringing it.” When that happens, and it happens often, the best thing we can do is to go in with our arms wide open without the intent of “tidying up.”
Just give it a hug and be with it, and a simple: “I hear you.” No comment needed.
How odd and how awesome that we can throw our miseries out into cyber space and someone will actually hear, answer and possibly understand where we’re coming from.
Though it’s no substitute for face-to-face contact with real people, it’s good to know there’s an echo in the void.
Even with all these people around us, life is pretty much a one-person, one- way journey.
As Thich Nhat Hanh pointed out, we are all drops in the ocean, but we are all apart of the same ocean.
We have that ever present internal struggle, our needs, our aspirations and expectations.
Our own selves.
We are the catalysts of our lives and no one else can live it except us. But we can also look outside ourselves for help and in doing so help others. We veer off our paths momentarily and then we get back on them.
Then guess what? We become lonely again.
It’s an endless cycle.
The world can be a big, scary place, but we can form little communities and share all the joy, happiness, loneliness and misery that is just well, life.