| May 23, 2001 The World Keeps Moving
How do you keep going when the world is falling apart? When
it feels like everything is broken and nobody knows.
People see me at the office and think I don't look well, ask me if I'm okay, but they
don't know, and I can't tell them. "I'm just feeling a little sick, that's all."
But that's not really it. No, this is just what I look like when I'm trapped in myself,
screaming inside.
The strangest thing about being in this state is how the
world keeps on moving right along without me. I guess just like most people, I live at the
center of my own universe. It seems so weird that nobody else feels it when everything
stops like this. They're out there right now working, talking, accomplishing things.
Checking stuff off their "to do" lists.
And here I am. I just watch through the windows while the
rest of the world does its thing. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't communicate with those
people out there. They're speaking a different language from me now. I can see them
talking, but I can't hear the words.
The universe doesn't stop for one person, and certainly not
for one event in one person's life. And why should it? I may be having a bad day, but
today is also the happiest day of someone else's life. That's how life is, and how it has
to be. The world keeps moving.
So this reminds me that every normal day, when I'm just
going along, living my day-to-day life, there are people out there whose worlds are
crashing down around them. They're looking out through the windows of loss, or grief, or
pain, watching the rest of the world walk by, oblivious. |
