I am, without a doubt, a work in progress. You would think that after six decades of thinking on different things I would have settled, but it’s not that easy. The challenges come on a daily basis. I can’t even think the grass is green without wondering what green is and whether it’s the same to everyone who sees it.
Sometimes I read to affirm what I already think. When I recognize my own thoughts in someone else’s words I feel a kinship. I am not alone. Great comfort, that is. And the more eloquently it is expressed the more I love it and “like” it, follow it and repost it. It’s not aimed at anyone. It’s about me and who I am.
Other times I read what I do not think, in order to know someone else – someone to whom I attribute great value and respect, or maybe someone who has taken a curiously different path. I am glad to be reading them.
The funny thing I find is that their path has some of the same landmarks that mine does. The landmarks, the questions, the struggles are much alike but they are certainly viewed from a different angle. Seeing things from a different angle is helpful and healthy for me. The challenges I face make me who I am as I read, listen and consider. I’m just sayin’ I think it has to be this way and I’m ok with it.