Somehow, for the Better
Then there is the person who needs it more than the other - if you knew how to play chess, for instance, you wouldn't take the time to teach it to Kasparov, would you? Wouldn't you teach the man who knew nothing about chess at all? The people who need it more often get less of it than the rest, and I need to find the strength and means to work on giving it to them. I talk about a small group of "them" ahead...but there are so many more.
I believe in truth, and honesty, love, and peace. I believe that not being afraid of something bad happening to you helps to achieve the mentality that you can give of yourself without taking away from yourself.
Many times I've been told that I am being taken advantage of. I don't ever see it that way. I know what I have, I know myself, and I know what I love and what is of value to me. So I don't fear someone taking these things away from me, and it's a confidence in knowing they couldn't if they tried. Someone could take my car, or my money (good luck with that!), or my jewelry if I had any - but that wouldn't shake who I am in the least. "Keep it! Here's more!" I'd say.
Beyond that, though, is the idea that human beings have needs that aren't being realized. Just today, I was asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?" when all I was doing was being myself. This person who asked me had obviously been through some difficult times, but he was fighting his instincts not to be suspicious of me because he wanted to believe that I was sincere. And I was.
There is a liberating feeling that comes with knowing the difference between what you value and what society says you should value.
I'd like to pick an outfit and wear it for about one year, every day. My husband thinks I'm a little strange, but what is in the clothes we wear? What difference would it make to the people I care about and who care about me?
Then there's the Prison Project I've pondered over for months and months, and haven't found the way in yet. I'd like to be a pen pal to an inmate or handful of inmates - male or female, doesn't matter. I think males need the contact more than females because I get the impression that men doing time is tougher than women doing time. So, I ventured to find some pen pal projects that exist out there. There are a few online, but those don't seem entirely secure. The two I found from the Department of Corrections Head Quarters in
I think that giving inmates some shred of humanity, human contact, would be nice if they're in prison for life, or a good deal of time. These are people who have lived lives and made choices and are suffering the consequences. They're still people. And I don't want to know why they're in there; I want to teach myself how not to care if I do know.
My thoughts here are random because I haven't put my finger on it yet. I'm just trying to never have a bad thought about a person even if they are a bad person. I'm trying to wish enemies well and mean it. It's not always easy.
