Telling

Parts of the human experience are telling. Experiences you have with other humans are formed from outside. If you are sensitive enough you can tune into the energy that flows over you created by these experiences. Some of us have that empathetic comprehension, others of us regale it as a hoax or misconception. Those people live in fear, and I have no more patience for them. 

Judgement is not mine, although I fight the opportunity to label people on a daily basis. I find as humans we walk along a path requesting answers of reality that isn't a reality. Placing answers from historical places on current situations. Its a comfortable way to speak, a pattern, a familiarity to keep the "big bad wolf" at bay, but its incongruous to forward movement. Creation is based on original thought, and even though evolution has brought us so far down a path, and given us so much intelligence, we need to let go of what we know to embrace pure creativity. 

A friend of mine, (well i think he is my friend, but at this point I am not sure) said to me after reading my blog that I was a "pollyanna" looking for love.. forlorn. That I should be writing stories about "lost love"... I think I am looking for love, because MY concept of love is what I think everyone's should be.  I will never defend my desire to hope for a world that believes in love to him again. I will remain silent and keep my telling to myself.

The world isn't cold or heartless, people are. I am going to find the ones that make me smile and tell me the truth. The rest of you I will have to love from afar. Im not going to play your game... i keep saying that, and at some point you will see that i mean it.