I'm back at my writing practice after skipping one morning. Oh boy, what a difference it makes. These fifteen minutes or so spent writing whatever goes through my mind are precious. Sometimes I forget the power of this morning ritual. Yesterday I struggled to stay centred all day.
I really invite you to find a morning to anchor your day. It can be the tiniest of things, a few minutes of something that helps you find your ground. For me is writing; for someone I know, it's running or meditating.
Anyway, I'm back and, as usual, completely unprepared.
But in the last few days, I had two conversations about how the new generations are struggling to cope with reality. The reality of work, life, sexuality or relationships.
You know what, I'm struggling too. And I see many grown-ups struggling.
It's just that the younger you are, the more you are exposed and vulnerable. We are all born with all our senses fully open. Toddlers have no language or reasoning capabilities. They can't make sense of what happens around them, but they can sense everything. Then growing up, we learn to make sense of things, but we numb our ability to sense.
Now, I feel there is a huge discontinuity emerging in our society. Things are changing dramatically, and, like with every discontinuity in the history of humanity, we have no idea of what is waiting for us on the other side of it. The younger you are, the more you sense this discontinuity and the less you can find answers in the forms and configurations of a society designed to make sense of everything. Even when it's not possible.
So, as adults, maybe we should admit that we don't know.
And then truly listen.