Searching can be restless work.
Gnawing need to uncover meaning, answers, or reassurance.
And then, when you least expect it, kindness shows up. Unannounced.
A small gesture, an unexpected few words - a loss for words, that rang like a chorus of welcome joy. One small gesture is not the world, but sometimes that gesture means the world, gives back meaning instead of darkness, and suddenly the search doesn’t matter as much as the surprise.
What we fail to find through effort sometimes finds us through grace, when a small dose of empathy that cuts through the fog
We spend so much of our lives looking for something. A missing truth. A signal that we’re not alone. A way to understand a confusing event or a puzzling phrase. Searching is its own kind of labour, sometimes useful, often exhausting.
Then there are moments when the search feels pointless. No matter how much effort, what you’re seeking doesn’t appear. Frustration builds. You start to believe it was lost forever.
Until, out of nowhere, something different arrives. A kind word, an unexpected gesture, a small dose of empathy that cuts through the fog.
That is the part that fascinates me most: what we fail to find through effort often finds us through grace.
It’s not magic. It’s not a coincidence. It’s the natural rhythm of life, reminding us we are not in control of everything. Sometimes nothing.
I’m not going to share the details of who or what, because those stories belong to more than me. Privacy matters. What does not need privacy is this truth: what is regained feels even more precious, an unimagined treasure when the opposite was feared …
It isn’t about getting what we asked for.
It’s about being open to receiving what we didn’t know we needed.
Sometimes the search is fruitless.
What finds us anyway can change everything.
You can’t always get what you want… and maybe that’s the point.
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