Hello. It's Day Six!
Presence is a powerful thing. I believe that it's dubious to think that presence is intangible. It's not. It's so thick, you can cut it with a knife. And most days, you might not even need it. Rather, we fool ourselves into believing that we don't need it. The damn cheeky truth of it is, we're quite the scavengers for it. It's a very simple equation, like between a table and chair. Of course, a table can be used on its own, for things, not humans. When you use it, you'll depend on a chair. Something as vivid as a presence doesn't exist all by itself. With it, you feel a multitude of inklings that you never realise you collect like money in a piggy all day long. You get laughter, and conversations, and warmth, and anger, and hugs, and kisses, and ideas, and friendships. And, all that makes a presence all the more palpable. It works just as well as a cup of marvellously brewed coffee. Or at least I reckon so, because just me and a coffee, does all that. That's only until I finish it. Joke.
But most days we fail to peg onto this. Because we can't pinpoint correctly enough between things we have, things we earn, and things we need - which, plain as day, are so vastly distant from each other that we forget to witness and understand each of them on their own. And I admit, as humans, all of us are slightly all over the place to pay much attention to either of those three things. So, take a breath. Look around. Every thing, every one of us lacks, we obliviously leech it off of those around us. And, this is all of us. There are a ton of people filling you up without their own intimation, and you are doing the same for others. And when you lose some, it's not misfortune or a pang of hurt. It's just homesickness for a presence from where you've been thrown. So, revel in it. You don't know whose residence in your life you're sieving, as you go through it.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.