Originally published on September 12, 2020.
I’ve posted about this clip before. About how much I love it, about how it’s the best scene in Doctor Who, even though I don’t really much like Amy Pond.
I’ve been thinking about it today, and why it affects me as deeply as it does. Part of it is just that it’s well written and well acted. It’s a moving moment.
But here’s the thing: a lot of us (in general) feel like they’re not having an affect on the people around them. That we don’t really make much of a difference. I felt like that for a very long time indeed, and I convinced myself that if I just tried harder, and did more, it would finally be enough that folks would recognize it.
Van Gogh died in pain, demoralized, mentally ill, believing himself to be a failure. And he died not knowing how his art affected the world.
We can prevent that. We can tell each other that we love them, that we value their contributions, that even the smallest act can be an act of love and support.
In these days of social distancing and anger, despair is insidious and runs silent and deep. So reach out to the people around you. Show them how much you mean to them. Because as much as I wish it was so, no madman with a box is going to show up and take you into the future so that you can see how you fared in the history books.
We need to be each-others’ madmen in a box. Send a text or a DM. Actually call someone up on the phone (did you even know that your cell phone could connect you for real-time audio communication?). Set up a zoom. Comment on FB posts. It doesn’t have to be much.
I see you. I appreciate you. You matter. I love you.