Daylight savings time kicked in again this past week…and yet again, it makes no sense..but what does my opinion matter with the issue anyway?
None. And that’s what has been on my mind much of the time lately.
I’m quick to judge, to scrutinize and vocalize my opinions on anything..and practically everything that I encounter throughout my day. But my opinion doesn’t really matter. The things I say…people aren’t really caring to hear. That’s got me thinking a lot about how we do need to back off, because sometimes we don’t really understand. I, and I am admitting, and an avid twitter user. I do scroll through my timeline before I go to bed so much that it is a bad habit I would say needs to be broken. And soon. But recently, I came across something interesting while going through my twitter timeline a couple nights ago. This quote (which I consider a beautiful, short piece of poetry), was eye-opening to say the least:
“Some do drugs, others go for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.” -Unkown
Wow. That was a very blunt way to get the point across. Also, a very interesting way to put everything.
Reading this poem//quote//piece of mind really got me thinking about myself and everyone that surrounds me. Sure, if someone is a pot-junkie, I’m quick to judge. But, clearly, its something that I don’t understand, so where do I have the right to criticize their actions? But at the same time, people don’t understand why I do half of the things I do or how I cope with issues, because they don’t have the background knowledge. I don’t know how much more I can repeat stuff about this poem before it become repetitive..but it seems to have a standing theme… WALK A MILE IN THEIR SHOES. So maybe, slip on a different pair of combat boots, high heels or sneakers if you want to understand a little bit more.
***Also, I want to give a SHOUT OUT to my friend who happens to be an avid reader of my spontaneously published blog posts;