“A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.”
I am not an incredibly open person when it concerns my life. I skim the surface of things about me if I am asked, but I won’t divulge too much information. Maybe it is because I think that comparative to others I lead a fairly boring life. Maybe it is because I don’t want to be hurt and the more information someone has about me, the more power they have to crush me. Maybe it is because I would much rather listen than talk. Maybe it is because I think that if people were let in to see the whole me, they wouldn’t like what they found.
Looking at it, I realize that each reason is an insecurity within myself that I just have to suck it up, and get over it. I love to listen to people. I love to cry with people when they hurt. I love to rejoice with them when exciting things occur. I love to just sit in silence with them and understand that sometimes it is just about having someone you care about at your side, no words necessary. I love to be included in other people’s worlds. I feel a closeness to them when I am welcomed into that world……maybe it is time to open my world so that people can feel that same closeness to me. Scary!!!
“We come to love, not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to love an imperfect person perfectly!”
I am learning that I need to allow people to know me and all my imperfections that come with me. I have to give them the opportunity to love me regardless of my mistakes, stupid choices, lame jokes, being lazy, negative attitude, disappointed, failing, losing…….basically not being “perfect”. I love and accept everyone else and their imperfections, should I not allow others to do the same for me?
I was once told that if someone can’t accept something about me, then they aren’t worth it anyway. My theory has always been, “you can love the person while not agreeing with the choice.” If I voice that I don’t necessarily like something that has been decided, that doesn’t mean that my love has decreased at all. Lately I have found that my heart has been aching for those people around me. Some have made decisions in their lives that have lead them to dark places and some are just struggling. I have sent innumerable prayers up in behalf of friends, some to whom I have been talking and others that don’t have a slight clue that I know they are hurting and that I even still care. How I wish I could wrap my arms around each of them and let them know that they don’t have to be alone. If I have these feelings about others, why wouldn’t other people feel the same about me in all of my glorious imperfections?
“To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world!”
You may never know who is watching and loving you from a distance. Wishing that there was some way or something that they could do to ease the burden or just let you know how much they care. There are more people than you think at any given time pulling for you, willing to be at your side if you but ask.