I’ve been there before.
I’ve been to that place where I am picking up change on the sidewalk.
I’ve been to that place where I eat a snickers bar for dinner because it’s .79 cents at the bodega.
I’ve been to that place where there is less comfort and more survival.
The place where turning the lights off is a financial necessity, not just an environmental concern.
I have been to the place where the only thing I can afford to do is take a walk, or write in my journal, or stare at the trees as they blow in the wind.
Truth be told, I am not very far away from that place.
One thing that calms my concerns, the memory that when you are in that place -for the most part- you might just feel closer to the world than you ever have.
Closer to more of humanity, closer to the awakening feeling of surviving with just the bare necessities.
This uncertain time might just be a reminder of what I really, truly need.
I also know that, the place I describe above is not really a place I can afford to return to.
Luckily I have my health at this time, but I do care for other lives. My animals, my parents.
What a strange time, for us all to slow down and perhaps face what we truly need.
I know some of us have greater needs, maybe some of us need less.
During this time, all I know is that I hope you get your needs met.
I hope that we all do, somehow.
And I hope in the process, we might find some comfort (if our unique cases allow) in realizing what our needs truly are. - 3 hours ago