Self Knowledge

There’s something to be said for knowing who you are, or at least knowing who you want to be.

For a lot of us, there’s nothing.

It’s not so scary as all that, not really. Just perturbing. There’s always room to question. Or at least some of us believe so.

There’s something to be said for listening. Really listening. To anyone. Maybe the drunk at the corner of the bar or the drunk at the end of the couch. Maybe the health nut on TV, or the health nut in your family. Or the friend who called just to say hello but really has something they can’t deal with alone, but are too afraid to take your time.

There’s something to be said for really seeing what’s there to see. To learn the body language or figure out the cultural rules of some foreign exchange. To see something from an absolutely, completely different perspective. That’s enlightenment. That’s what we’re supposed to reach for, but it’s so easy to be afraid.

Don’t be. Take a deep breath and go.

Change.

Live.

Do.

That’s hypocrisy for you. I’d love to believe it were as simple as all that, but you can’t ever forget that there are bills to pay. Or can you? I don’t know. But I want to pretend I know, and pretending takes me farther than knowing ever can.