I spend a lot of time listening to other people’s
problems, in fact it is one of the reasons I study psychology. I want to help
people, like Spiderman and Batman minus the masks and tights. So I sit with an
empty mind and open heart listening to the lives of those who trust me with
their business. I am not therapist yet but I can assure you that with me your
thoughts are as sacred as my own. You who has also had to throw down with life
in the ring does not to explain your tears to me for I have been there.
Just
listen
Can
you hear it? The sound of a one way conversation? The sound of a soul pouring
itself out like golden lemonade out of a crystal pitcher, do you get the
picture? When have you ever heard something so honest? Not since you were a
child crying in your parents arms over how you don’t fit in at school. Not
since you questioned your own sanity, looked in the mirror and said “I am done
arguing with my reflection.” Not since you realized that you will never be “that
guy” or “that girl” so you took out the crayons of your inner mind and started
to draw a picture of who you really are.
Just
listen
Is
it clicking? Does it connect like Legos, stacking higher and higher until you
finally have a ledge to stand out on and see the world? Do the puzzle pieces
fit, muddled parts of a whole slowing being drawn together like magnets showing
you an image of the truth? How does it feel knowing that when door opens and
life floods out that the negative feelings do not have to be absorbed into your
bones, that you can just let the dam break and wave goodbye to dark portions of
the past?
Just
listen
What
are you listening for? We are all flawed and that’s the truth, but do you have
the gall to listen to your best friend tell you about a wrong turn they made on
the road of life without backstreet driving? The world is not new nor is anything
that lives on it. Everything you judge has been judged before, everything you
hate has been hated before, and everything you fear has been feared before. As you
stand there and judge me I stand as I always have. Hands in my pockets and eye’s
looking forward, for unlike you I have no reason to hate my own shadow. I can
wait. I can wait until you are done picking me apart piece by piece because
funny thing about sponges, they always put themselves back together. Are you
done? Good.
So
just listen, because now it’s time for me to speak the truth.
