It’s a Sonderful Life
I was reading a blog the other day about a woman that lives in New York City. She talks about how New York City is treacherous. Not so much the people or the city, but the culture and the rush wears people down. Things are overpriced, housing is beyond expensive, and getting from here to there is a nightmare.
One day, Jen Simon needed to get some things done downtown before she had to pick her child up from preschool, so she strapped her youngest into the stroller and headed to town. Once she had gotten all of her errands out of the way, she started towards the preschool. To her dismay, the front wheel of her stroller came off. She was on a tight schedule, and a broken stroller had NO place in her day planner. Every time she'd put the wheel back in its place, it would fall right out again, the wheel clearly having no intention of cooperating.
From a short distance, Eddie, a guy that was walking to his car, saw the issues that Jen was having with her stroller, so he asked her if she wanted a ride home. Unfortunately, she wasn't headed home—she still had to pick up her son. Despite how sketchy it may sound, Eddie drove Jen and her baby to pick up her kid from preschool, and then continued on to drive her home.
With that in mind, I want you to think about the definition created for the word “sonder” for a bit.
Sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
We all have SO much stuff going on in our lives. By that same token, every single person that we pass has internal struggles, familial battles, failed dreams, and life goals that constantly occupy their minds. If we step back a bit and realize how small we really are, how singular the human race is in the universe, I think we can truly understand what it is to love, what it truly is to be one as a race.
Let's just help each other out. Have you every seen anyone lend a hand to another? Doesn't it just make you want to track down the nearest person and do whatever you can to get them through their day just a little bit easier? Kindness is contagious, and unfortunately, the busyness of our own lives has made us numb to other people. Let's make it a goal to compliment at least one person a day or find something helpful you can do for anyone. Life is rough, but it's those little moments when we show love to one another that make life that much more worth it.