It’s funny really
how I’d been thinking
the exact same thing.
And how everything’s different.
And how nothing’s changed.
And how things are fine enough
without throwing a wrench in the works.
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It’s funny really
how I’d been thinking
the exact same thing.
And how everything’s different.
And how nothing’s changed.
And how things are fine enough
without throwing a wrench in the works.
The best a man can do most days
is to choose which bridges to let stand
and which bridges to let quietly burn.
Have you ever noticed that the thing you are most excited to share with another person, be it a new book, movie, podcast, idea, or what you think happens to be something to be considered “the greatest,” that their excitement never quite matches your own?
Of course you have. We’re all human.
And have you ever noticed that upon showcasing this thought or idea to another that when you do, their reaction never quite lives up to your expectation, which leaves you feeling either hurt or discouraged?
I will not take it upon myself to assume that you have though I will tell you this: I have.
And it’s a very tough thing to understand.
In the moment of realization that your appreciation for something you deem extraordinary hasn’t been deeply felt in the same way by another can often cause conflict, misunderstanding, and judgement—that is reactionary rather than honest.
Instead of expressing our pain for what seems a lack of appreciation in the moment, we often turn to criticism, which is in itself a form of false pride.
Rather than saying, “I’m confused as to why you don’t feel the way I do about what I’m showing you,” one says, “well, of course you don’t get it,” or more often than not, we say nothing, letting our emotions fester to distress and shame.
In the Alchemist, Paulo Coelho writes: “It’s not what enters men’s mouths that’s evil, it’s what comes out of their mouths that is.”
Well if that’s not the boldest yet truest statement to have ever been penned than I implore you to enlighten me as I’ve found myself in this predicament more times than I am willing to admit.
My point is, we can’t expect another’s reaction to mirror our own.
We shouldn’t expect them to for the simple fact that they are their own person, with their own background, beliefs, and experiences that before judgement deserve appreciation and due time to process and articulate what is being presented.
What took the time to find, understand, and appreciate should also be granted—the time—to another.
It’s like telling someone rather than suggesting someone read a book.
Your willingness to share does not determine one’s willingness to receive.
It’s like giving someone the answer without allowing them to solve the equation.
The ability to discover is a gift in itself and it’s that same gift of discovery that makes our individual perception unique.
So the next time you offer someone a gift, regardless of their reaction, remember who you’re sharing it with and why you chose them to share it with you all over again.
I think then you will find an even deeper appreciation for yourself and another.
I’ve often tried
to be the guy
who stands neutral
on battle lines
like half a couple
dozen times
I’ve turncoat
on the Queen.
There’s nothing new
to tell in fact
I’ve wasted more
than my last breath
which left me quite
a while back
when I first
took my leave.
So if it’s time
to settle down
regardless of
this downturned frown
I’d rather this
than both us now
set sail
for the sea.
I gave her all
that I could give
she gave me strength
in which to live
we learned to love
the simple things
neither one
could speak.
And so the line’s
erased in sand
I held close to
her open hand
our hearts displayed
like contraband
no one but us
could see.
So with this one
last battle cry
collecting tears
from both our eyes
as King and Queen
we’re sure to die
what’s meant to be
will be.
For love is not
a simple thing
like confidence
or apathy
drawn to this loss
love often leads
in the end
we’ll find peace.
My eyes burn
with exhaustion
scanning the airport
for any sign of life
though heads down turned
there is none
just a few lone stragglers
who look around
the same as I
unwilling to accept the courtesy
of pleasant conversation
we remain
strangers
and
strangers to ourselves.
If you take comfort
in the fact that
each day
each person you encounter
is their own personal
nervous wreck
than I think this whole life thing
full of strange responsibility
and odd accountability
just gets a little easier,
a little more bearable.