No one calls to encourage me My hurts they don’t seem to see Yet when they are aching They have no problems taking For granted my willingness to help I, however, must encourage myself.
Strength is easy to praise and hard to produce, and only comes through adversity, especially for those with a sense of destiny. That’s why it’s important to be patient and forgiving. Otherwise we will accuse others of not caring (though many people don’t). Even then, however, we must keep ourselves lest bitterness invade and defile.
We wait indefinitely on our destiny. We pray intently for a change. Yet nothing happens until we stop hoping and begin breaking new ground. That means raising our sights and lifting our souls beyond ourselves. Doing so is hard for most people because they are too concerned with themselves. Yet only in forgetting are we rewarded with our ideal. Fear prevents what faith enables.
Suddenly I just had the sense that I’ve wasted the last ten years writing 17 books but making few friends. I’m not sure what prompted but it’s slightly painful. Maybe being alone in a hotel room the last four days provoked. I’m not sure why because I’ve done it before, bimonthly generally when I have the money. Even when I don’t I still come. Today, however, something happened to make me question myself. Maybe it relates to Michael Jackson’s death. He after all personified greatness. I, in contrast, simply desire it. In many ways, he died alone, conventionally speaking. Like all of us, however, he too had immortal longings. In an attempt to quell he lost himself, according to some. Perhaps.
What we sell seldom swells in value unless it has been rightly hallowed.
Others often view our lives as optional. Seldom do they cherish us as we believe or prefer us as we desire. We exist instead on lower tiers torn by their indifference. Thus pity (and politeness) inspires their compassion. Yet both of these make us objects of charity rather than worthy of love. Our emptiness encourages our acceptance of these crumbs. It takes awhile before we demand more for ourselves. Yet some people never make this transition. These have been deprived of affection and thus tolerate relations self-respect wouldn’t.
Take time to take turns refreshing rather than second-guessing if you should.
We assume we know because others show us a part of themselves. We entertain their presence yet without an awareness of who they are. Meanwhile they hear our hearts and console our hurts, concealing their own, enabling us instead to be strong. Yet when they leave they continue to bleed. We meanwhile leave refreshed because they poured salve into our souls. We never consider just how little we return in proportion. One day, however, time will scatter and we will scold ourselves for ignoring. (10/5/09)
I'm a former trainer with the Dun & Bradstreet Corporation. I quit, however, in October of 2000 to pursue my dream of becoming a writer. In route, I became homeless temporarily and lost my stuff (though not my esteem). Most recently, I spent seven years lecturing in the philosophy department of UNC-Charlotte, where I previously obtained an MA in Liberal studies and Advanced Certification in Professional and Applied Ethics. I resigned in May of 2008 to pursue a Doctorate degree in Educational Leadership, which I received in May 2012 with a Concentration in Adult & Higher Education. Previously, I received my BA in English from Guilford College. I've also written over 40 books. (www.joelbryant1.com). I recently launched For Dreamers Only Academy (http://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3NLjUDRFnUjIdn_BF2IECQ?feature=mhee,
a virtual platform dedicated to helping others achieve greatness.