the value of being human
What is it about some people that just know how to make one feel great about oneself. Even when one selfishly goes off on a monologue of nothingness, pure blaaa-blity-blaaa.
There they are patiently listening...maybe even not but, still, having the decency to stick it out until one has unwound to such an extent that has left the listener drained and frazzled.
Those people that are always around the corner, no matter the physical distance and are the first to come to mind when one feels challenged or slightly lost as to what may be the next best step in ones life.
They never complain...yes, do roll their eyes at times, sigh in total surrender to ones stubbornness of not hearing, shuffle in their seat...do hold ones gaze, watch intently as one goes through various emotions...and at no point in time make one feel stupid for being so melodramatic.
I have learnt, i have been blessed, I have observed...and as each year has past me by...realised how little i had known the year before. I have learnt what emotional maturity is ...have been blessed with the wise - young and old - each offering something unique, a lesson valuable.
How content the Soul feels when fed with company serene, peaceful, knowing that loud is not necessary all the time. How rewarding when one hears the words spoken by another, telling one, one ain't any different from them or anybody else....that life may be cruel, may be unfair, may be a shit-hole at times, but it is ones own life, an asset worthy of all that one can be, give, dedicate, nurture, nourish, and care for.
And should one not know to pick people kind and understanding , definitely not stupid or unworldly, to surround oneself with
but
tend to be swayed by instant gratification, short-term rewards, praise false, flattery unnecessary...yet knowing within ones soul of souls how empty it leaves one, over and over...then best one look into the mirror and for once...just for once...ask oneself why is it that one seeks such potholes in ones life...what is it that makes one feel less worthy of another sort....a sort maybe not the most popular, maybe not always agreeable, honest to a fault..is it their ability to not sing praise false but, rather, know to bring the best out of one
because
one knows ones own self worth.
To learn to accept and know oneself before anybody else can...otherwise one shall wallow and rot in self-pity and be at the mercy of self abuse and that of others.
RB.
There they are patiently listening...maybe even not but, still, having the decency to stick it out until one has unwound to such an extent that has left the listener drained and frazzled.
Those people that are always around the corner, no matter the physical distance and are the first to come to mind when one feels challenged or slightly lost as to what may be the next best step in ones life.
They never complain...yes, do roll their eyes at times, sigh in total surrender to ones stubbornness of not hearing, shuffle in their seat...do hold ones gaze, watch intently as one goes through various emotions...and at no point in time make one feel stupid for being so melodramatic.
I have learnt, i have been blessed, I have observed...and as each year has past me by...realised how little i had known the year before. I have learnt what emotional maturity is ...have been blessed with the wise - young and old - each offering something unique, a lesson valuable.
How content the Soul feels when fed with company serene, peaceful, knowing that loud is not necessary all the time. How rewarding when one hears the words spoken by another, telling one, one ain't any different from them or anybody else....that life may be cruel, may be unfair, may be a shit-hole at times, but it is ones own life, an asset worthy of all that one can be, give, dedicate, nurture, nourish, and care for.
And should one not know to pick people kind and understanding , definitely not stupid or unworldly, to surround oneself with
but
tend to be swayed by instant gratification, short-term rewards, praise false, flattery unnecessary...yet knowing within ones soul of souls how empty it leaves one, over and over...then best one look into the mirror and for once...just for once...ask oneself why is it that one seeks such potholes in ones life...what is it that makes one feel less worthy of another sort....a sort maybe not the most popular, maybe not always agreeable, honest to a fault..is it their ability to not sing praise false but, rather, know to bring the best out of one
because
one knows ones own self worth.
To learn to accept and know oneself before anybody else can...otherwise one shall wallow and rot in self-pity and be at the mercy of self abuse and that of others.
RB.
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