At some point in life that we come face to face with the reality that we don't really know all that much. We have this realization and then, with fear in the depths of our minds and hearts, wrap up the meaning of life into a neat little box and put a bow on top for good measure.
With a large portion of the country, I've recently started watching a new show called This is Us. The tone of the show is hopeful, but doesn't shy away from the complexities that come with life, relationships, aging, and race. And along with so many others, from the first episode, I was hooked.
It's human nature to try to predict what will happen and then want to get comfortable. We like to plan the unplannable. But sometimes not knowing can be beautiful. It can be a splatter painting that shows us a larger network of things becoming one, experiences merging, and life beginning and ending in one forever. And "what if we're all in the painting... everywhere?"
It doesn't refuse death and it doesn't glorify life, but it is beautiful and comforting and messy.
The writing in this clip (and this whole show) is intoxicating, yet simple. I recommend watching both.
