I recently read Greenlights by Matthew McConaughey, and one story in particular has stayed with me. At the height of his fame, confused, overwhelmed, unsure of how to navigate it all, he sought out a monastery for spiritual direction.
Walking through the desert with a monk, he poured out everything: his mistakes, disappointments, the moments he wasn’t proud of. The monk listened silently. And when McConaughey finally finished, the monk simply said: “Yeah… me too.”
How often do people come to us with their own burdens, losses, and fears. And when we meet them with empathy, we create connection. “Me too” doesn’t mean sameness. It means humanity.
In a world that often rewards quick judgments, what would change if we looked for the places where we can say “me too” instead?