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I watched a really emotional video today and it left me feeling so many things at once. I don't even know how to explain it properly.

It was a TikTok reel of a lady talking about what could genuinely count as one of the worst days of someone's life. She had food poisoning while on a date with the actual love of her life. Like dream man kind of love. And this man cleaned up after her and still married her.

At some point she said, "this man cleaned up my diarrhea," and as unreal as it sounded, it was so emotional to me.

Because in a generation where people are so quick to write others off, where everyone is expected to always look perfect and have it together, this man stayed.

The craziest part is that it was a Netflix and chill type of date in her house. Oga could have quietly left. No explanations. No judgement from anyone. But he stayed, looked beyond the ugliness of the moment, and took care of her.

I watched that video over and over again trying not to cry, and it made me ask myself a very honest question: if the tables were turned, would I do the same for someone else?

I remember Chimamanda saying in one of her books, I think Dear Ijeawele, that before you go above and beyond for someone, ask yourself if they would do the same for you if the tables were turned. Ever since I read that, I've liked imagining whether I can give back the same kind of love and grace that I receive.

A lot of people will watch that video and say, "awww, such a sweet guy," but if the roles were reversed, they would never stay through something that unpleasant.

Dearest reader, may we never experience tragedies so humiliating, and may we meet people who are compassionate enough to care for us even in our ugliest moments.

But more importantly, may we become those kind of people too.

The kind who hold the shattered gently.
The kind who do not stop loving people because they are broken.
The kind who understand that some situations are simply beyond human control.

Because maybe that is one of the purest forms of being human.




@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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