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.

Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?
Mass. principal cancels honors night so losers won’t have hurt feelings
Inner alarm is louder every day; big changes must come to my life
On this website’s 10th birthday, I’m planning for the next decade
What is this old longing for home? It’s the need for unconditional love
The so-called ‘social contract’ just means ‘the rest of us own you’
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games