Last night, as I lay in bed, I came across the hashtag #redballoonsforRyan, and as one link led me to another and then to another, I slowly started to understand the tragic story behind the hashtag. That beautiful, beloved, little 3 year-old redhead boy - Ryan Cruz Saldana - was hit by truck on Friday while playing outside a family member's home, and just like that...gone.
With tears on my pillow, I looked through his mother's instagram feed - a beautiful digital album filled with motherhood moments I dream to one day have - images of her boy, her love, her light, her joy - gripping her leg and giving her kisses - and I thought of how incomprehensible her sadness must be and my heart ached for her, her husband, and their whole family.
I woke up today and haven't been able to stop thinking about them, and that beautiful boy...haven't be able to stop thinking about how epically fragile every single day spent alive truly is.
I've been recently listening to some audio on Buddhist philosophy and one of the parts I remember from it is:
"Everybody on this planet is suffering -
it is something that we all share with everybody else.
It is at once - utterly intimate and utterly shared, so...
Buddha says 'That's a place to begin. That's where we begin.'
No matter what your circumstances,
you will end up losing everything you love,
you will end up aging, you will end up ill, and
the problem is that we need to figure out how to make that all be alright."
♥ ♥ ♥
There is no sense to be made.
Only sadness.
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