A Message in a Bottle

I find myself writing this in English, because it is a language of nuances and I can get those shades of meaning just right.

I am placing this —whatever this is— like a message in a bottle here. I don't want to shove this in your face in a private message, and I don't dare to make the assumption of what I have to say is of any importance to you. If it is, I am content. If not, I apologize.

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There are times when 160 characters is not enough. And, this is one of those times. Now, I don't know you, I mean really know. I've had the privilege of making your acquaintance in the digital domain through exchanging a few words and thoughts. If I understand correctly, you are a writer. That means we have a common language. I understand that you are a parent, which means that you know what fear actually is. And, then you know love, the deepest kind.

If I have one sole purpose, one true meaning in this existence, it is that of decreasing and minimizing  suffering. How I'm doing with that job description is up for debate, but I try. You wrote a few words along the lines of "the darkness within and the darkness without" you have experienced during the last few days. I felt something in me move restlessly. It may have been your choice of words, hell, I might be even imagining things, but I felt genuine worry, and I was compelled to at least try to do something about it, although I have nothing to give you but my heart and these words I claim as mine.

A friend of mine described my philosophy and interaction with the world as "Dark Zen", because I can be a rather brooding and serious individual at times. I believe compassion cultivates compassion. I believe in common decency and goodwill. I believe in kindness. I want to. I have to. There are those who mistake my stance and beliefs as weakness, something that can be exploited and something that can be taken advantage of. There are those who think that my train of thought stems from pseudo-Buddhism and borderline New Age garbage. But...

We are spiritual beings on a human journey. We are skeletons made of stardust on a convertible oblate spheroid spaceship hurling through space thousands of kilometers per second. All the chemical elements in our bodies were generated by stars exploding as supernovas, as one of the most violent and dramatic of cosmic events. It is a miracle that we are here, as we are now.

So, all that which ails you and broke your heart, it will pass. Whatever hardships and suffering this life, this existence, throws at you, know that someone cares.

The light will prevail, it always does. Then fight, my dearest fight, if not for anyone else, but for what could be yours.