I’ve had a terrible day. It’s Friday evening after work. I’ve just eaten dinner. I’m sitting in a restaurant feeling frustrated and anger — partly at myself, partly at others.
I’m unhappy about multiple things. I’m lonely. I want to quit my job. I miss someone. I feel alienated from the people around me. I find myself thinking that life hasn’t been fair to me. (I could tell you why. I have plenty of reasons.)
And then I randomly saw this photograph.
Gautam Basu took this photo of an Indian mother and two of her children. The mother is dressing a daughter while a smaller child clings to her. The pipe in which they’re standing is their home.

I’d forgotten what I said about her necklace, but she hadn’t forgotten
You always need enough money that you can quit when it’s time
Modern life doesn’t have to be as complicated as we try to make it
Sometimes we should ignore idiots who yell about non-existent racism
After 50 years of lonely pursuit and disappointment, boy finally gets girl
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?
At what point does a president become a dictator to be impeached?