When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't. [Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart]
In the myriad ways one can BE “different,” I wonder if any of us really stops noticing those who don’t accept us. It is like a giant To-DO board where we’re never even close to DONE. We have love, but we worry ourselves into doubting it, straining it, and sometimes losing it.
Or mayBE we have work that we really and truly love, but we’re always worried about who is “gaining” on us, who might stand in our way, and often who has what we want without ever stopping to consider all it takes to make a Life.
Some people just don’t like me. I can accept that right up until the moment that you give me a name BEfore that “just doesn’t like me.” And about that time I’ll DO an about-face and try to point a finger the way of that “name.” It’s so automated and everyday. Like the point of Life is to have MORE people like me.
I’m on another little tangent here, looking at things I’ve seen yet never noticed in quite the same Light.
Thanks for making time to read me.
I love you, Currie