The Wander Society

I love how varied and universally weird the circumstances for making lifelong friendships are. Here's this guy I accidentally messaged once and I could not imagine my life without them now. Here's this girl I was so scared of when I met her, I would kill for her and remind her to rest on the regular. Here's this other guy we have so much in common we used to joke we were the same person in different timelines. It took us years to meet in person and I attended his wedding. There are also people who entered my life in absolutely unremarkable ways but changed it forever for the better. It's wonderful how easy it is to find people to love.

This is the best post I have ever written, read the notes and be blessed by loving your friends magic

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

despite everything …. I’m grateful I got a chance to be alive… to experience love and good food and sunsets. isn’t that the point of it all really

i know this has been said to death on here but allow me a moment of earnesty when i say people care about you. people you don’t even know care about you. i have elderly customers that call at the same time every night and my whole team remembers them by name. there’s an old man who calls and tells me four knock-knock jokes every time i talk to him, and i worry when he sounds sick and i’m relieved when he sounds better the next week. there’s a woman who calls to balance her accounts every other night and i know her dog’s name even though she never remembers mine. when i drive home in the morning there is always a man walking down the sidewalk in the same place and i wonder where he is when i don’t see him. the cashier you see at your local gas station probably remembers you. your bus driver remembers you. your neighbors remember you.