I was sitting on the bus yesterday reading about Egypt, and the contraction in the UK economy, and a woman who was about to be deported to Uganda, and a schoolkid who was bullied (and later committed suicide) for being gay – when I had a huge moment of doubt, not that dissimilar (I don’t think) from the one I read about here a few weeks ago.
What is the point, really, of my writing or, indeed, many of the things I spend my days doing?
And yet, who am I, with a patchy knowledge and very little meaningful experience, to contribute to the important stuff that’s going on?
It left me feeling redundant and slightly ridiculous. I am acutely aware that we only have one existence, and I would like mine to count –
This is a post about butterflies.
It is inspired by the image on my header, though when I asked for the butterfly to be added, the significance hadn’t crossed my mind. It goes – a little – against the intense inadequacy that I have been feeling; but is a reminder of the other way that we can help –
One small change can provoke a hurricane.
I have been trying to hold onto this recognition. To not kill it with scepticism nor lose it in the light of the very real and very enormous challenges that people are facing today.
The fact that a smile can bridge disconnection. That one kind word can stop an angry one. That one person – and another one person – and another one person – can have quite a mighty impact. That what is given to me – I give to the next person – who gives it to the next person – who might one day change the world.
It is this last bit that has really got me thinking. It continually amazes me how interconnected we, as people, are. We see the big ripples but we do not always acknowledge – or recognize – the little ones from which they are made.
p.s. the link behind “mighty impact” is a case in point. I was thinking, before writing this, that the theory might not really apply to the real struggles that people experience; but I think that the 5 Quid For Life movement shows how it can.