Pass It On

Every once in a while a person comes along to remind you how important it is to share the knowledge you've gained from your own personal journey. Without even speaking, they all but beg to hear your story. Something about them let's you know it won't fall on def ears, like a sponge they will soak up every word. What a grand feeling to know, you, through your very own suffering, are able to pass on what mistakes not to make; how you've learned to move away from the pain and live.

Just by sharing our trespasses we are freed from them. We are lighter for having put it out there for everyone to see. We are blessed if just one single person learns by them. And when that one person come directly to you, without even realizing it, they are freeing you by needing you; your story. They are gaining understanding and insight into a world where you were once abandon and alone. Now through the grace of conversation, both are set onto a new path of knowledge and mutual understanding without any self righteousness or indignation.

There are those among us (and you know who you are) who shove their words down our throats. Who force us to listen to them tell their story, many times over in some cases. They are obnoxious and show no concern whatsoever for the others around them. They talk for the sake of talking; to hear their own voice. They have nothing to pass along because the message is lost; wrapped up in their own neurosis. In fact, they never shut their mouths long enough to listen, let alone learn something about themselves or the people around them. You have to listen to be heard.

When ever possible, listen. Learn what you have to pass on to others. If you open yourself up, you will hear and they will listen.