May the Unwanteds and the Wanteds Forge a New Way

I have been drowning in the cutthroat ugly side of humans for a while now. I miss the good side. The part of humanity that is not out for anything, the people who are genuine and help each other without expectation. The adults are out here behaving ugly, setting bad examples for the children. They learn from us, without our jaded examples, they are naturally caring and genuine.

With the old saying “walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.” This phrase was intended to help us approach others with empathy. While we can relate to others it is impossible to experience fully what others do. We do not have the same internal and external factors at any given moment. Stressors affect behavior as do mental health issues, health issues, and so much more. We unfortunately only relate from a place of our limited understanding, a person can only relate with their own experiences, if they have none to draw from then there will be a lack of understanding.

It’s interesting how few people truly know one another. Do we ever know someone or do we only know what they show us and base our conclusion on our interpretation and opinions? I can come off coldhearted at times but I have a heart so big and caring it hurts all the time. I spend a portion of every day considering not just my children but others, the ones who have no one, who have never known kindness in any capacity, I wish there were more resources and a collective effort of human beings, in general, to care for those innocent hearts and our future. Haven’t we all outplayed this ridiculous notion of selfishness yet? Will, we ever shift to that view of we are one and live it? I hope someday our future made up of cared for and equally dismissed children will break those old ways and forge a better way.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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