So many people writing about Robin Williams’s death and his depression, and how could someone of such notoriety, fame and wealth take their own life. We may never know the answers, but I can understand.
The world is a strange place. It’s scary, violent, and lonely. A funny man can make others laugh, yet screams inside for something perhaps so simple that it will go overlooked by others.
The internet if full of problem solvers. A kid dies at the hand of a baby sitter, or left in a hot car, or murdered in a war zone, and there are plenty of commentaries offering personal first hand accounts on how “I” would have dealt with the situation.
A defenseless man gets gunned down at the hand of a police officer, war breaks out, and political scandals both real and manufactured make public opinions erupt from “armchair experts”.
What does this all mean? Probably not much. But I do know that there are a whole bunch of us that could benefit from the kindness of strangers. Perhaps instead of criticism, sarcasm, racism, and elitism, maybe we just offer a shoulder to lean on, an empty cushion on the couch, a hug, and realize that no matter what, we are all in this together. We will never, ever, have peace and happiness if we fail to realize that we are all brothers and sisters walking the same path toward the darkness… we all need to be each others light.
I’ll get off my high horse now… I just really needed to say something…