I’m a Sucker

It’s just got to come out.  Sometimes writing is like a regurgitation of emotion.  A big ‘blah’.  Something ugly that you’d flush down the toilet, only after taking a few moments to ponder the yuck in the bowl.

It’s why I don’t do it very much anymore.  I’ve spent the past 18 years trying to focus on the positive; although in the back of my mind the rank stench of ugliness lingers.

So inspired am I to write something about what I Believe I’ll prepare some cleanser!

So here it is:  not a revelation or epiphany but a Truth.

I’m a sucker for a sad story.  I guess that I can empathize with just about anyone.  And it’s my downfall; its to my own detriment.  So why then do I give a shit?

In a world where love and understanding is so rare; this place where agendas and personal interest overwhelm so many; where this condition breeds mistrust;  where peoples hearts are hardened and lives are truly lost to the most tender and intimate of emotion; can we for a moment just stop long enough to care about people?  Is my sad belief that altruism is a figment of some philosophers sad and mistaken inane ponderances wrong?

I Believe that when we let people into our hearts, and they let us into theirs that somthing tangible is exchanged.  Like litlle emotional or psychic puzzle pieces.  That which we share amoungst ourselves actually shapes who and what we are.

I’ve frequently lamented the fact that it seems most of these relationships are mutally exclusive to each other;  they simply cant coexist peacfully toghether.

And so we throw out that which we can’t use.

It really sucks.  For we beome that which we despise.

And this I Believe.