— To Listen is an Art —
“Listening is an artful action, it enriches you, if you are truly listening. You say “speak to me”, but you refuse to hear, cause I’ve been speaking to you all your life and mine.
You forget the times I sacrificed for you, and suffered in silence rather than get angry, and say hurtful things. I say good things to you so you can have a good life, and know that I will always love you.”
I say things, and I don’t know where they come from, I’m possessed most of the time. The words of this blog/rant will be taking some weird turns, as I rant at will. It’s like sitting down with a schizoid on speed, it’s not that bad, I’m more lucid than the speed freak, but I don’t know what I’ll say.
I’m about 1000 years too late or 1000 years too early, cause I never felt like I belonged here. I’m annoying to most people, so I find people to be annoying to me.
I hate crowds, cause I’m in a wheelchair, and I have their butts in my face most of the time.
I was born too early or too late.
Listening is an art in itself, you listen to the sentences rather than assuming you’re listening, and presupposing the meanings of what’s meant.
Question what you don’t understand, cause I guess there is more there than you heard.
When you’re in silence you hear what you want to hear from the conversation, not what was said.
I’m talking abstractly here, cause I’m assuming that what you hear is not what was said. Am I getting confusing to you?
I’m getting confusing to me.
I have no point or idea that I want to make clear, I’m just babbling like a brook with no direction except downhill, but are you listening to the silence and babbling brook?
“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper.”
— Robert Frost
I get narcissistic many times, like all of us do, at times in denial, that they are susceptible to narcissism.
I’m beyond that, I’m proud of my narcissism, and I won’t deny it, that way I keep it in check.
I’m not ashamed of it, but I like to keep it in check, and not let it run wild.
“I’ve learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.”
— Sarah McLachlan
I could go on and on babbling without a direction, but downhill, also there is an end at the bottom, where I make a puddle hopefully with happy tears.
Well that imagery has me depressed, but I like the idea of it.
It’s not reality, which is sad, but it’s the truthful me.
Anna Graceman is my inspiration for this post, and she posted another song about living in denial, which I mentioned in the beginning of this post.
I’m listening to you, and I wish you every success, but beware the stalkers.
Don’t worry, I’m not one, but you touch my heart in a way that’s real for me. You are beautiful, you don’t need photoshop filters, that’s the way of vanity and depression.
Just be you and be happy.
Trust everyone, but trust no one. A bit confusing, try living my life. I talk to myself every day, everyone talks to themselves everyday, but they are living in denial. They say things that may appear wise sometimes and foolish at other times. Just live your life with what your parent’s tell you, cause they love you the most.
Always listen to your parents, they have your best interests in mind.
“Listening to parents’ advice is sort of like watching commercials.
You know what’s coming, you’ve heard it all before, it’s a big bore, but you listen anyway”
I’ll go back to talking abstractly, I like the mystery. It’s getting to the end of this rant, so I better look for a close
Always sing about your life, and listen to to others too, they give you new songs and ideas.
I’m in denial, like everyone alive, so I don’t feel all alone. Living in denial always wearing a smile, where the house I live in is in many piles, so only I can find the things I need, which never happens, but I know where to make a mess searching.
Keep singing Anna, you make me think of what’s life about.
You have bad songs too, when you try to please everyone, and not sing from your heart.
Sing from your heart!!!
UPDATE::: I wrote last night about the heart being wicked at the core, but it’s truthful too. That the heart is true and applicable to error, and that error proneness is the truth that you are real. I meditated last night, and forgot that I said last night that the heart is as wicked as it is true, I was talking about the true side, when I said Sing from your heart.
So realize that we are all imperfect creatures, and the road to perfection is the journey, perfection is not the destination. Someone said that, but I don’t remember who said that, but I remember the meditations.
Knowledge is quickly forgotten, and data lost, but what you meditate on is absorbed into your being, and who said it, is unimportant to the spirit of reality.
Anyway, I just wanted to share that with you, to point out I’m imperfect too. I’m prone to errors too.
I’m speaking to the world in general.