Small solace

We can all tell that things are off. Rates of depression and anxiety are through the roof largely because the times are so uncertain plus we are more disconnected from each other than ever. 

Thankfully I got all the way to my late 30's without cell phones and social media (which I don't use) and yet I am still impacted by this global malaise. 

My son is very perceptive and he struggles in this environment. As an introvert he needs to spread his wings and reach out to people but he finds it hard. It's the next step in his personal evolution. 

My generation was busy doing things and we took it for granted that the way the world operated was there to stay. We made social connections face to face but then many of us also wore heavy masks to fit within the structure we were expected to conform to. 

There is no perfect in this world. 

My son and I compare notes and I impart to him what I have learned in my almost 64 years. I tell him that the process of discovering the self will take him well past his forties and beyond. Exactly as my own father had told me.

However that is small solace for him at the moment while living in the most erratic period of my lifetime.