So if the world ended yesterday, why am I still here?
Perhaps December 21st was an opportunity not to end our existence, but rather to end the selfish ways that we live our existence.
How would the world change if each person did just one selfless act every day, or every week, or every month? Leave sticky pad love notes on the computer screen of a spouse from whom they have drifted. Call an elderly relative once a week just to say “I want you to know how much you matter to my life.” Buy one toy a month for a local shelter.
There are so many small acts that could put an end to suffering.
Infertility can also feel like the end of the world. It can leave us feeling like no day will ever be quite as bright again, nor any rainbow quite as magnificent. We can find ourselves hating Santa Claus because he reminds us of what we do not have–children. And we can resign ourselves to an unhappy existence while we place all of our cards on the table in hopes of winning the jackpot; even though the odds are stacked against us.
So too perhaps 12-21-12 can remind us infertiles to end our suffering by looking outside of ourselves. In the words of Pema Chodron “It isn’t what happens to us that causes us to suffer; it’s what we say to ourselves about what happens.”
The world did not end yesterday, and infertility is not the end of the world. Yet perhaps it could be the end to suffering, our own and others, one small act of service to loved ones, acquaintances, and strangers at a time.