I value the people who give back. It’s not as much a tit for tat as a, “Wow, look at that!!” It’s easier to find the best in me, when I see it in others.
When my friends tell me to take it easy, that anybody can work themselves to death. The generous few in my life who consistently are willing to put up with my cycles of idealism and dreaming, without stomping me into the dirt with judgements. Their questions are oblique. They don’t tear at me like a prideful cleaver. They sit back and ask me something of honor….and let it steep in their love.
These are the people who act like my dog, or a kid. When all the hope in my world has gone into the engine of a nasty train of thought, and I look at the memory of them, and see only calm acceptance, or a well-meaning question. They are the reason suicide is never a viable option for me. They are the knot at the end of my ropes of disappointment. They burn the doubts in myself, with faith that what is inside of me, is worth their attention. These are the people I live to serve.
Maybe I should let go of wishing they were in my age group. I guess that’s one of the main reasons I love blogging. I don’t know how old you are, and I don’t really care, but it gives me a chance to cultivate and share the sentiments I value most, from the wisdom of those people. I am thankful for my family, my friends, my honorable customers, and my readers here. For the several who make the difference by reading and encouraging me consistently, and the many who just stop by to see which way the wind is blowing.