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.

If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
Promises from childhood don’t always serve our needs today
Our inexplicable behavior ‘signals’ to the world who and what we are
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
Without meaning, most are blind to rot destroying their own lives
Women, you perpetuate this by reproducing with these lewd jerks
Your narratives shape your politics, religion, friendships, relationships
The pounding rain from the storm brought me warmth, light and love