Most of us can imagine a time when we felt the world was collapsing around us. The storm is raging and we aren’t sure how we are going to make it.

And in the midst of it, there is somebody we care about acting like its no big deal. Can’t they see the storms? Don’t they see the danger? The potential? Don’t they even care?

The question rarely is whether or not they care about us, though.

Often they are the calm one. While we’re trusting our own anxieties and certainties, theirs are the reliable ones.

It is a ridiculous notion, after all. When we all know that death isn’t on the table. And that our own fears are an unreliable narrator. That we’d hold it against the rational one.

Doesn’t that show what we’re really after, then? To be seen and acknowledged? The trick, however, is that we can’t see that we already are.