One Little Life

Dear Neurodivergent,

I've been trying to get into Succession for the umpteenth time.  My boyfriend's further along.

(Season 4; Episode 2, toward the end if you're interested.)

Kendall is overlooking Manhattan on the roof of the company office. I definitely thought he went out there to jump but he gets to the edge and there are these thick, unscalable walls overlooking the city. All that, 'could have been his' I guess, if only spoiler spoiler weren't set to spoiler.

Metaphorically speaking- everything is at his fingertips. In reality though, the only thing at his fingertips is glass.

I wonder if moving through the world has ever felt this way?

Like it's something you dreamt?

Spent hours watching rooftop parties, mass celebrations, parades, and planes flying into buildings? Witnessing these moments, feeling deeply inside of them so much so you either forget them entirely or swell to drowning in them.

I've always hoped for a world that could accommodate us all being a little more forthcoming with the depth and breadth of what is actually going on.

I have come to understand my own feelings and experiences as gargantuan,

which,

may be true

but with all this sugar coating... how would I know?

How would any of us?