Why don’t you just pay a-fucking-ttention,
here’s my words that I’m screamin’
why don’t you give a-fucking damn?
Why’m I pissed?
Why’m I fruster-fucking-ated?
Live my life, walk in my shoes.
Tell me, can you feel the rocks?
The ice, the glass, the grass,
through the soles of my shoes.
Your sole in my sole,
can you feel my soul?
I can see you standing there
in a circle of fire – why’re you a liar?
Don’t deny it – I can see it,
You’re just smoke and ashes.
Like everyone else.
Just like every-fucking-one else.
Watch your words,
mind your tone.
Fuck you, I’m going home.
What home you say?
Cause you been there,
you know how flame licks out,
ignites everything it touches.
You could burn a town to the ground,
you could set the world on fire,
burn it down tree by tree.
So, why’m I so angry?
You’re standing there in my shoes,
red flames racing up the laces,
remains catching in a gray wind.
Don’t blame me for these flames.
White hot mist is what you’ll become,
if you keep wearing those shoes.
Take them off.
Please take them off.
I never understood love to be a choice – until now. We’ve always heard that love is patient, love is kind, love is slow to anger, and love is not-self serving – lines that sound great in a birthday card or maybe a tattoo, but seem to rarely be put into practice. How often are we kind to one another? How often are we patient with one another? How often are we quick to be angry? How often are we self-serving? A lot.
We demonstrate love when we choose to be patient and when we are kind to one another. We demonstrate love when we serve other and when we are slow to become angry. Love is the choice to keep doing these things when everything else seems like it’s going to hell in a handbasket. Love perserveres and the reason it does is because we consistently choose to be patient and kind and servient to those that we claim we love – and even those we don’t.
Love is sometimes hard to give. It is difficult to choose patience when it would be easier to be angry and lash out. It is difficult to remain calm when someone does something to offend us. It is difficult to serve others when we feel that they are not serving us. Love is humble, too. Love is stepping back from where you’ve been and saying “yep, I messed up.”
Love is a choice that we make everyday.
Everybody has a story. Something good, something bad. That one thing, or many things, that made them who they are. As human beings it is so very easy to forget that we are not alone. It’s easy to feel like we’re stuck fighting battles alone. When you’re alone in the shower feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, it’s easy to forget that there is someone else out there, crying their eyes out in the shower too. We put on our brave faces for the world and we go out there and we tell them that we’re okay and we’re fine and really, we aren’t. We are broken and damaged and hurt and scared and lots of other ugly things that we can’t ever imagine sharing with the rest of the world. And then we feel alone because we’ve created this elephant – society has created this massive elephant – where you aren’t allowed to feel anything other than happiness. You’re supposed to be happy and carefree and smart and perfect 100% of the time and that’s complete and utter bullshit. We are people and we have feelings! It’s okay to have feelings. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be angry. It is okay to be human. But we forget that. We have stories, bad and good, all of us do. We’re human beings. And we are not alone.
You, beautiful person, are not alone.