A lofty goal, indeed, but one the empathetic INFJ in me has always endeavored to attain for those in the deepest recesses of my heart. . .
Yesterday at Barnes and Noble I saw a man wheel (in her wheelchair) a young girl – perhaps 15 – into the checkout line in front of me. I watched him kiss her head, which had been shaven maybe just weeks before. He kissed the enormous s-shaped scars that covered it, and she smiled and spoke sweetly to him.
I caught the gentleman’s eye – her father, I believe – and with a smile I could not contain I said, “she is SO beautiful! Her skin is like a doll’s!” He wheeled her around to see me and I told her the same. She then said, “thank you! You have such beautiful eyes!” in the sweetest voice you could imagine, and one I’ll not forget.
My heart felt so much joy, so much admiration, so much love. . . I couldn’t help but tell her, and was so honored for her kindness in return. Even if only some of us could see them, she wore about her head a glowing halo, and about the rest, a set of wings. After all she must have been through in her short time, she wanted nothing more than to share light with everyone else around her…
I bid them farewell as they finished buying her Anime book, and the man wheeled her out of the store – I knew I’d remember that moment forever.
It doesn’t take much to see the beauty around us, or to cherish the moments we meet precious souls. To touch another life is such a gift – I believe in sharing the positive thoughts we feel inside because you never know how much it may mean to someone else. Perhaps a father who has seen his child suffer as no one should?
There ARE angels among us – maybe right in front of your eyes. Don’t be afraid to encourage them too. Every heart deserves love and light, and to see the beauty in life. If you’re one of the ones who sees through that lens…share it. The world can always use more. ❤️
I have always believed that people come into our lives for a reason. And I believe that – in time – it has always proven to be so…
Whether a stranger with whom you briefly converse, or a best friend of many years, there are always lessons, blessings, or both that we gain as a result.
There is ever an underlying purpose in paths crossing. . .
Sometimes people bring a lesson we so desperately need in effort to grow in our strength and resolve.
Others teach us just by being who they are . . .
Perhaps they expose our rougher edges, much in need of love, repair, and polishing…
Perhaps they awaken the idea that what has worked for so long no longer truly serves us in a positive way.
And perhaps they bring out what is best in us – our ability to love, to cherish, to smile, to laugh…
One of the most valuable lessons we learn is that we are all different – sometimes drastically so!
We process differently…
We see the world through lenses colored by our own unique experiences which are, therefore, of a hue no other person will truly comprehend first-hand.
We learn that our ways of doing things may work best for us, but that they may not work for others…and that’s okay.
We develop an overarching understanding that expectations based on what we know / believe / feel may lead to disappointment (because we don’t all think alike). . .but also that we have a right to how we feel.
Being human means, ultimately, a very complex life! But we can find freedom in recognizing that we are different, and only in control of ourselves… In that way, we accept what is, we accept others as they are, and we do what we can about our contribution.
Some people will drift out of our lives as quickly as they came. . .and others will profess a love and commitment so deep that they will ever be by your side.
Both have given us gifts.
Either way…we are changed (and, in spite of human “baggage” that we all may carry, I’d argue for the better – Opened eyes don’t close as easily, and hearts that have weathered many storms are stronger in the end. . . )
Whether I accomplish it successfully or not, I aim for this every day with family, friends, and strangers alike. While I know I neither have the right, nor power necessarily, to make things “better” for people, I still hold onto the hope (not so secretly) that I can at least help someone along the way find the good, the positive, and the beauty where they may not have seen it before.
Never stop saying “I love you” – to hear those words can alter the course of a day. Or a lifetime.
Never stop appreciating those who make your world brighter, including their quirks, differences, eccentricities…even those qualities that irk you from time to time. Remember to let them know in words and actions…
Hold their hand just because. Kiss them when they least expect it. Give them a hug, or leave them a positive note, or just call to say “hello.”
The “little things” have the power to alter the deepest pain, fiercest anger, and most pressing frustrations. They remind us of our blessings when we lose sight of them, and they remind those we love that they are valuable in this life…in our life.
Life is precious, and so very fleeting – Love is a gift to cherish, but above all to share and express. To “give back” ensures that what time we – and our loved ones – do have is lived to the happiest full. ❤
The Awkward Yeti nails it again.
Funny as presented here, but also a terrifying, confusing, and incredibly frustrating response to have! In the midst of stress and conflict, this is sometimes reality for empaths, INFJs, introverts and many people with a traumatic past.
Until a person invests themselves fully – with a commitment not only in heart and spirit, but also in the mind – his goal will remain just beyond reach. If the mindset isn’t on board, it will be a long, and generally endless road. One cannot expect change when the mind is in opposition.
Along those lines, understand that no one ELSE is going to change unless they want it for themselves.
That’s the secret. That‘s the magic. When the mind believes and is committed, the change will occur. . .but never before that. The Universe knows when you are half-assing your beliefs and / or effort.
The great news? If you DO want it…whatever it is…you can have it. You can create and choose how your story will end.
I don’t do Valentine’s Day. I think the only time I sent Valentines out was when I was in lower school (so that’s third grade and below), frankly under duress. There was candy involved, though, so I would generally get what remained – nice incentive at that age!
I just don’t think anyone should feel obligated to do something nice, let alone nice AND sappy, just because the calendar says so – therein lies my distaste for what it’s become.
Funnily enough, though, a Facebook memory popped up of this (incredibly rare form!) photo. It was taken many moons ago, rather in defiance of the 14th, and very much with a mocking tone.
I do have a lot of friends in pin-up and vintage automotive photography so it was equally a (positive, in this case, however) nod to them.
I guess we all have skeletons, right? With red heart-shaped glasses and red lipstick, in my case!
I don’t really do shoutouts or updates regarding my personal status – I feel like if you know me, you know what (and who) is important. But sometimes it feels good to be as loud as you can be for the Universe, because the conversations we have internally very much reflect beyond ourselves. . .
As one year comes to a close, and another opens, I always make time for a little ritual – one in which I write down those things for which I am immensely thankful, for the things I wish to release and no longer serve me, and for all that I am hoping for.
When we envision the good as if it has already happened, miracles WILL unfold – I’ve seen it happen in my own Life in ways I cannot begin to verbally describe. But magic? Oh yes…and THEN some.
So even though I try to make it clear every day…I just wanted to say…
In more ways than language has words to express, I am thankful for his spirit and his heart, above all things. Let that be known for eternity in this realm and the next. . .
Happy holidays to all, and blessed be.