Every year for the past few years, my friends and I gather at Revere Beach to make this thing called a mandala. Its a kind of a shape in the sand that is filled in with flowers. The friends I see at this occasion are people I’ve known for years. We exchange what’s going on with us and all of our hurts and our pains. I don’t feel good hearing about other people’s pain, but its a bit reassuring that not everyone’s life is perfect and that my friends, as I am, are going through some painful, unresolvable heart breaking crap, as am I.
Everybody hurts, no matter what:
