Mass…

Mass attracts mass. This is a law of physics, I’m told. I am no physicist or anything remotely close. I’m a dude who studies human systems and is fascinated by what makes people tick and why so few stand the test of time. I mostly study myself and those I’m entrusted with.

My sister has an eye problem. She’s slowly been going blind. Today, after injections in each eyes, her eyesight is returning. I am so happy for her. She told me this truth about us. We’re separated by five states. When things are status quo, she knows I’m not going to do much to bridge the divide. As tears and trembling gathered within her, she finished her thought. When things get rough, she said, she can count on me bridging the gap in a hot minute. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. Made me pause. Why am I so good in MOT and not so good in the freakin’ everyday?

I’ve seen this play out in other theatre’s, you know. You can count on me when shit hits the fan. When things are great, I tend to be fairly pedestrian. Pressure doesn’t cause me to melt it causes me to rise up. Fact. So, I need to get better in marrying the mundane and closing proximity gaps with consistent presence. Her honesty helped me see this for what it is. Room for improvement. Mass attracts mass and it doesn’t have to be mass like yours, in fact, any mass will do. Who, friend, makes you rethink, realign, and replace your daily habits with even better ones. You don’t have to see eye to eye, you know.

Live hard. Love harder…