If you have ever really doubted that our world is essentially good, I urge you to take a closer look. It’s not perfect, not even close, but somewhere in the chaos, cacophony of unexpected upsets and even trauma, there is always something or someone carrying exactly what may be needed to make sense of it all. It’s just a matter of being open to the discovery of light even on the darkest of days. I share this with you not as a sheltered child who has been shielded from misery and mayhem but as someone who has walked through some of the darkest tunnels life could build and emerged each time with a renewed sense of faith and hope that in order to truly know good and be able to seize it with your heart you must first know what is not.
It’s always in the moment that I think I have seen or experienced it all that a new experience lands on my doorstep waiting to be acknowledged, accepted, and assimilated into my life. When this happens my heart undoubtedly always answers first with a warm and welcoming, “come on in.” It’s not until somewhere on page 107 that my mind finally catches up and a voice of reason settles in for the duration of the story. Each new experience brings with it a way in which I’ve never quite looked at the world before, offering a fresh perspective to something I may not have even known existed. Always the adventurer and risk taker, I jump in with both feet submerging myself in the experience allowing it to wash over every pour of my being while quietly it joins the new part of the person I continue to become.
Just as my voice of reason catches up and my brain chimes in on what may no longer be considered safe or achievable my heart becomes heavy with wonder if I will be ever be able to give what the experience truly needed from me. In that time of doubt and worry, when the bright light of hope and possibility begins to diminish and turn to fret or despair, is when good begins to knock on my door. Quietly at first, a faint whisper, just letting me know it has arrived, becoming more and more pronounced as it realizes the need for its presence grows and beckons that it come to my rescue. The good shows up in many sizes, shapes, and forms. It often arrives as a acquaintance, stranger, or colleague who I may only have had a few passing words with at the most. Sometimes it will show up early in the struggle and stay late into the ninth inning and then other times it will arrive in a flash, give help where it is needed, and leave as quickly as it came. No matter what form good decides to take or how it is delivered, I always know it when I see it. It’s unmistakable. Il feel it, believe it and lean on it even though I’ve tried my hardest to go at it alone.
The good is all around us. It’s in family, friends, neighbors, and mostly in strangers. It’s there for our peace of mind, a leg up for us to reach new heights, and a bed to fall back on when we’ve overspent our welcome. Good has no demands, and offers no threats, it’s only purpose is to serve so that other good may flourish and spread its will in new places and lands. When you find yourself believing it doesn’t exist, it’s only a figment of one’s imagination, open your heart and your eyes and look out your own window without expectation or preconceived notion of what form it may take. Allow yourself to be willing to accept it as it was always meant to be, a gift.