Walk A Mile In Yours

I wish so much to be able to walk a mile in EVERYONE'S shoes. I want to learn about how people have come to be who they are today, and how things happened for them. Also, I feel if I could become that person I would truly be able to understand them fully. Where they're coming from, why they live the way they do. Everything. Well I guess to an extent. Even living them for only as short as one day would be enough.

I love people so much. I respect them. I want them to know, I don't want to judge them. I want to know, understand, and be able to communicate with them before anything. To learn about a difference someone is making, a struggle one is having, or even just a little tid-bit about their ordinary life interests me so much, you wouldn't even think it's even possible.

Truly and wholly loving someone for who they are, in spite of all their faults and problems is something I want to obtain. Even if they are the misfit that no one likes to be around. Or if they're so utterly mean. I don't want any of that to matter. Those are not what make people, people. Those are just little bumps, road blocks, that people put up to guard themselves. Once you get passed those minor things, you begin to see what God has made. You begin to see the beauty of the person, and become in one understanding of all of them.

That is something I desperately long to have.

Unperishable

This is just a little snip-it from a song I started to write called "Unperishable". I haven't thought of any other words to go with it. So It might just turn into a short poem!

"You push and you shove me. You break me and don't love me. How can you expect me to remain whole? I need something so I can become, Unperishable. I won't let anyone break me down. 'Cause I am, Unperishable. A couple of years ago I tried to save my soul, but I was lost in a place where I became unknown."

dot dot dot...that is all...dot dot dot. for now...

Reading Into Nothing.

Why do we(Us girls) read into every little thing a guy does? He says "hello", to be nice. Of course, we read his "hello" as a 'sign', he is sending out to us on purpose, and we think that he knows exactly what he is saying too. "Oh my gosh...he is TOTALLY in love with me!" We blow it out into a complete and full length fairy tale story, just so we can tell our girl-friends about it. Maybe a subconscious motive to make them jealous, or think we are in love. Most girls would not agree with this. Some, do. I've seen it happen before with my own two eyes. The girl wants so much for the guy to like her. So she does everything to make it seem like he does...Not so much to make him actually like her. But what it seems like, to put on a show for everyone else around them. She allows certain things to happen, in order to decorate her story with frills. She sits close, right up next to him and asks you, "Did you see how close we were sitting?" What do you do to respond to that? You kind of have a feeling the guy is only interesting in being just friends with her. But you can't find it in your heart to tell her that. So what do you do as a girl-friend? You help encourage it, of course. Just for the record. WORST IDEA EVER. I've done it. But what gal-friend hasn't? It's hard to break their hopes, but then again...you are kind of lying to them in a way. Why must you be put into such an awkward position, not knowing what the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks to do!!!!(Pardon my French)

Because of their hope in seeing every little thing. Us friends to start read into every single nothing too, just for their sake. Maybe it's because we are manipulated by them into believing these things are true. Or maybe it's because we just want so much for our friend to be happy...We try so hard to get ourselves to believe there is something really there. Even though we know the truth. The guy is just trying to be friendly and nice..THE END.!

HONESTY. Just be honesty from the start. Don't cover it all with sugar and feed them what they want to hear. It does them no good if it's not the truth. It will come back to bite you in the BUTT. Believe me, I know from a couple of bad decisions. I thought that it'd be fine. I wish I just kept my mouth shut. Honesty, however, is one of the hardest things to have in any relationship. Yet, it's the #1 most important thing TO have.

In the end. Just watch "He's Just Not That Into You"...

No but really. Just be honest, and be careful! Think about how you could hurt the other person with not telling them your honest opinions or thoughts...not about how it could end up hurting yourself.

Put others before yourself.

Told Without Wanting To Listen

I was a jerk to you, for someone else's sake. I am sorry. How can I go back and change how I have acted? How can I ever forgive myself? I was just getting to know you, and then they went and told me about you. Things I would've rather you told me yourself. I am sorry. I shouldn't have listened. I knew when I was being told that I should have closed my ears. I should have told them to stop. I wanted to be able to know you through you and not by someone else. You didn't deserve being ignored. You had no idea what was going on. I want to apologize...but I'm afraid to.

There is no excuse. How can I make an excuse? It's my own fault. I didn't speak up for them...or myself. I didn't tell them to stop talking...and I didn't stop listening...

I don't care to know things about other people whom I have never met. Whom I might actually meet someday. I could've almost became good friends with them. But you stopped me, because you told me everything bad about them when I didn't want to hear. I listen only because I don't know what else to do. Next time I will say stop. But I just don't want to hurt you. Is that better though, than knowing someone is being hurt behind their back without even knowing it? I can't live with knowing things about other people without knowing them first. Why did you have to tell me this?

I am truly...sorry!!

Words.

Words take up so much time. If only words wouldn't get in the way. The wrong combination of words can ruin a whole life. So many words to choose from, and the hated ones used the most and cause strife. Often times we give ourselves only certain words. Why do we do so if we have so much to pick from. Day by day about a million words are said and even more are thought in our heads. They can never escape our over use of them.

Although words are very helpful in about almost every situation that occurs, sometimes it's just best not to use any words at all. To simply act, or draw. Paint a picture or photograph one. As a famous quote says: "Actions speak louder than words". In the action of art as well, it can speak louder than any words ever could!

Questioning Questions.

Relying on what I know. Or what I think I know. Does it make sense? Does it all work out in the end? Will all this last and be usable for my future? Or will this all just be flushed down the drain. Once I have the chance, once the door opens right in front of my face, will I know and walk through it? Or will I just pass by like a stupid, unknowable idiot? How can I be for certain if this was meant for my life? Was this even supposed to be for me, or someone else? Would I ever get over the fact of the reason that I will never seem to realize? Will it ever all make sense in my brain, enough for me to be able to explain it to people, and have it make sense in my words? SO that they may some how be able to help me with my questions in life. Will I ever even uncover the courage to actually ask someone my questions? Will this water ever turn clear or just stay murky? Wondering forever hasn't seem to get me anywhere, but no one seems to have the answers to my questions, so how am I supposed to go on with no answers.

I guess just waiting will do the trick. Knowing that most of my questions will go unanswered, and being okay with that! I suppose I can live with that...Well, I'll have to!! :)

Dandelion

Dandelion, I blew a wish from you, hoping that it someday will come true.

I feel tiredness come rescue my pain, it sweeps me off my feet just like the wind and rain,

Carry me softly to the depths of my pillow, hide myself away under my own weeping willow. Clutching tight, I grip hold of my sheets, pain for the agony to stop, waiting for the hurt that leach, It sucks my life away causing me to hate myself every single day.

Something, it falls gently over me, trying to hold back tears of joy, it's peace. My horrified shivers begin to cease.

I feel warm, alive once again, life brought through my veins.

I wake and see the storm is over, the dead feeling now eternal life forever.

Holding my hands to the sky, my face, my eyes they begin to cry.

I feel no pain, I feel no harm, I feel not sorrow but His loving arm,

around me tight, and strong. I know this will last forever long.

I have found this hope in something so simple I couldn't believe, this little flower I hold in my hand has finally brought my relief!!