Life is just strange. There’s so many people sitting on their bedroom floors right now just like I am. Or reading a book. Crying over their favorite movie or a bad day. Breaking up, falling in love, falling down. Painting their living room a new color only to paint it again in a few years, or maybe not, maybe someone new will paint that very same room a different color or love it so much it stays the same. Someone is making dinner or building a boat or planning how they’re going to die. Writing a letter, making a phone call, cleaning a fish bowl. Pitching a tent, driving home from a trip, climbing a tree, hiding from something-or someone. Losing keys. Bringing home a new pet. Helping a friend move. Skateboarding down a park trail. Yelling. Fighting. Hugging someone they haven’t seen in ages, or maybe it was yesterday. Asleep in a plane full of strangers who will go wherever they are going and live completely separate lives even though they reside on the exact same earth. There’s billions of other people in this world doing a billion other things and yet right now, in this very instant of my own life, it is quiet. And I am alone. To realize that in a world full of so many happenings I can still manage to be lonely….what a maddening thought that is. But then to think that right now somewhere halfway around the world someone is sitting on their bedroom floor feeling just as trapped and isolated and hopeless as I am, somehow, that gives me hope. I may be alone physically, but someone out there is fighting through exactly the same things I am. There’s nothing that Im going through right now that someone else at some other time in some other place hasn’t gone through as well. So even if I can’t hang on for me, maybe I can for them. And maybe they will for me too.