What She Said

"They say that we should pray for our neighbors. But I only see mirrors around me." That one line alone stood out more than anything else this night. More than the girl whose confessing to having HIV almost brought on tears. More than the hostesses experience which left me saying I pray the day does not come. More than the man's love for a blind girl that would travel the world with him.

Those words stuck like fly paper hanging in a newly constructed home. It paralleled my position in life. These mirrors have names. School, Career, Goals, Personal Identification. Last night I was asked why can't you be in a relationship and the answer was simple...right now..all I can see is myself.

Another great night at Busboys and Poets has me revisiting a desire I have to start writing again. This innate creativity inside me has always found some release. Right now I'd probably say that it is centered around painting and planning for WISE but I'd honestly like to get back to writing. I promised myself one day I'd get the balls to read something on stage but until that happens..I'd like to just express myself. It seems that I've been so focused on the forward movement that I rarely have a chance to revisit, evaluate, or even debrief on what is going on around me. Even the most emotional things have lost their affect on me. I use to at least write when I was sad or upset. I was always taught that focusing in and not stopping till you get what you want is the best way to accomplish anything. I wonder if you focus to much, if you build mirrors around yourself do you in turn miss out on relationships? life? experience? I feel that its possible.

Until I can replace these mirrors with transparencies I'll continue praying for my neighbors.

Continued Blessings