Becoming Mo

This is probably a cliché thought, but I don’t think anyone truly has it all together. We’re all struggling somewhere. Searching. Yearning. Wanting. Needing.

I was having one of those heavy life moments today and found myself wishing I had a “Reddington” – someone I could freely talk to, someone wise and powerful enough to make all the problems disappear.

Then a friend called.

Secretly, I was relieved. I was just waiting for the pleasantries to end so I could finally unburden myself.

But they beat me to it. 😄

They unburdened.

And funny enough, I couldn’t help thinking their issue felt so small compared to mine. Like an anthill beside a mountain.

Still, I listened.
I encouraged them.
I calmed them.

People say helping others feel better makes you feel better too.

Well… not exactly. 😄

Not this time.

I still wanted to talk.
I still carried my own heaviness.
But somehow, I couldn’t dismiss theirs just to make room for mine.

That was me being kind and grown-up, I guess.
Look at me… all grown up. 😄

But honestly, my biggest takeaway is this:
No one has a perfect life.
There’s almost always something missing, something aching, something unresolved. Life is always somewhere in the corner doing what life does.

And maybe that’s why having a friend, a listening ear, or even a simple hug in the middle of life’s chaos feels like gold.

I think we’re all longing for gold in one way or another.