Those who try to create meaning in their lives all the while knowing that none of it really means anything, we just create meaning so it doesn’t feel so meaningless (I know).
The ones who are terrified of how quickly time seems to be passing but try not to let the fear paralyse them.
The ones who feel a bit sad about the things that have changed or people that are no longer here, but know that life must go on and we must try and make the best of it.
The ones trying to remain kind and soft in what feels like an increasingly harsh and cruel world.
The ones trying to help others as best as they can and forgive themselves when they get it wrong.
The ones who try again every day despite life sometimes feeling so relentless, knowing that one day it will all make sense.
The ones who try to treat people with kindness and try to remember that those who treat people unkindly are usually unhappy inside.
The ones who try to remember that we never ever really know what people are going through - that woman you see filling her trolley in the supermarket may have just visited her daughter in a hospice (this actually happened, and I only knew because I knew her. It blew my mind to see her just going about her day as if her world wasn’t falling apart.)
The ones who try to give just a minute of their time to have a chat with a stranger even though they’re running behind, knowing that it could be the first conversation they’ve had with someone all week.