Simple, but not simplistic.
Direct, yet open-ended.
I think, if so limited, this would be the one question I would ask someone to determine if I could be friends with them. I enjoy hearing other people’s life stories. As they tell their stories, I get to know them. Empathetic and sympathetic discoveries are made with my hearing. Of course, it is all dependent upon if the person goes past an “I’m Joe Blow” response. And it is similarly dependent upon my ability to be open and interested in hearing them out.
If someone wants to be my friend and I sense they are sincere on really hearing about the real me, I’ll tell them in the hope of gaining a new friend. Then the ball is in their court.
By reading my blog posts, you can hear me tell my stories, and in that sense I’m telling you who I am.
So…who are you?
This blog sparked this post.
It’s the cry of every human heart. It echoes down through the halls of time from the very first whimper of life. Freedom propels chained souls to weep, run, fight, and even die in the last valiant effort to be free from the chains that bind them. We live in a world of bondage.
Freedom is the ultimate experience of a life.
Notwithstanding the societal norms that must be in play in order for that society to function in a healthy way, I believe that we all have lots of baggage we need to throw off. Rules and expectations, either spoken or unspoken, that need to be at the very least re-evaluated.
The worm in the cocoon must ignore the voices that tell it that it will always be a worm…that the cocoon will always be it’s home…that it will never be accepted or loved, but face condemnation at every turn. It must allow the work of nature to complete it’s transformation. Otherwise, it risks death in the cocoon.
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” -Albert Camus
In a world where people face harsh expectations and frowns of disapproval, living in wild freedom and joy is unlikely to go unnoticed.
Awake in inklings
Primal is alive
No compass heading for a life journey
Dawn is breaking
A need is born
Yearning so powerful is felt in the bones
Fear tries to smother its life
Sanity kept safe and clean
Masks fitted and worn well
Milestones and victories tallied
Dawn kept hidden
The curtain gathers the storm
Masks slip and fall
Storm rages on
Dawn fights for space
Primal bursts out
Taking sanity captive
Attraction and need tasted
It lingers on
Primal acknowledged as life
Compass encased in sorrow
Primal lives on
This question is posed here: “We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? Is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?”
Everything in nature and everyone has significant beauty. It’s inherent, seen or unseen. Sadly, the receptors of that beauty – “the eyes of the beholder” (meaning the mental capacity for recognition and appreciation) – have been seriously damaged. That damage occurs in the environments of racism, elitism, ignorance, over-protectiveness, fear, and just plain stupidity.
We all need to reach a place where we can speak of the beauty instead of point out the flaws. Why? Because we’re all beautiful! We need to speak things like: “I love my extrovert wife…because I’m not,” “I love my daughter who fearlessly embraces the challenge of going to the toughest of places,” “I love my son-in-law who is African American,” “I love my granddaughter…and I’m proud of her mixed ethnicity,” “I love my incredibly artistic daughter…and her girlfriend,” “I love the prissy one…she’s the ‘surprise’ that keeps us laughing,” and “I love me…I’m a good man and I’m good to all those around me.”
It probably has some kind of connection with my last post that I wrote at 1:30 this morning (The Stew Pot), but I woke up this morning with this song playing in my head. I think it goes well in answering the question at hand.
True colors. We need to start showing off!
And…not just our own beauty, but the beauty of those around us.