I think once a day I just glaze over what I am being told or listening to either in conversation or on the tv/radio. My mind is wandering elsewhere. Usually dwelling on laundry I forgot in the washer, or trying to maneuver traffic in my mind. I do not want to confront the demons that sit right outside my door or across the table when I do not have the answer they seek.
How often do we listen to a friend telling their latest plight, only to just say "Uh-huh. Okay" ?
There are people protesting in cities but when I saw the last interview with the local organizer, he had no idea what their agenda was. I sometimes feel the same. I am passionate about the fight but as far as exactly what we are fighting for or about, I haven't a clue.
I took on a job that I love only to have it modified and dictated to death. I have people who I desperately want to talk to about it, but I cannot. I removed myself from the prime spot on the list to save a friendship and the friend doesn't have a clue of the sacrifices I made. That is my cross to bear.
I just wish some people could stop long enough to listen and I hope I do a better job of doing the same.
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