I think, Marcus, that paying forward an unexpected gift of kindness from a stranger, is the kind of utterly simple and beautiful idea that transforms living into art. You can imagine a giant thread of compassion looping its way through unconnected hearts, or maybe there are a million little threads, seemingly separate but somehow linked together, making life bearable.
You know, it’s just statistical probability that you sometimes get assistance when you desperately need it. It’s not like there’s a chart put out each morning showing who is tasked to help whom in the most unlikeliest of situations, and how the karma gets squared off over time, so good can one day come full circle.
If there are no dots to be connected and no one is miraculously connecting them, it makes it even better doesn’t it, that somehow the energy keeps flowing, reaching places of darkness, filling them with light?
Or it shows is that living is so broken that so much has to be fixed through the benevolence of people whose names we will never know.
making rainbows together
the sun and the rain talk about