I was born a dreamer, believing that we could be more. I believed and still do in a kinder gentler world. In a place where people are raised to be thoughtful of each other and to see how their actions might affect the other person. Call me naive if you so chose, but I don’t understand and don’t want to understand the games that are played by so many. I find that they complicate an already complicated world.
About twenty-five years ago I came to a cross-road in my evolution as a person/woman. I began to see the signs of cynicism in myself. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like me, so I took a step back, looked long and hard at myself and who I wanted to become and chose a different path.
In many ways it is a harder path and lands me in situations that I would rather not be in. It makes me uncomfortable with games or anything that will cause hurt to another. Even if that game is played behind someone’s back. In fact that type of game can be crueler, if you think the person that you are making fun of doesn’t know it, you are fooling yourself. More often than not it makes many people consider me a bit weird. But it is who I am, who I chose to be. I will continue look past the surface that most show to the world. Continue to care about the happiness and well being of my fellow man/woman.
I will continue to support my sisters even those that chose to ignore me or don’t know me. Still I will be their friend. To me sister-hood means looking at what the other might need. That thing they maybe aren’t saying out of either fear for themselves or fear that they may hurt another. Sometimes all someone needs is to know they are heard or a hug, virtual or real, it doesn’t matter which.
I hope to learn to stop trying to fix things for others, unless they ask me to. This is and will continue to be a hard lesson for me. Because I am a person like many women, who sincerely want to make things better, even those things that I have no control over. Trying to take the burden off of someone, maybe it is possible I am misreading the situation.
But I will be there to hold my sisters hand if they need it. To give them a leg-up. Recognize their success’s and help them to find the good in their failures. For in every failure there is a lesson to be learned and something wonderful that can be taken away from it. The old saying when one door closes another opens is always true if we look for the new door.
We will walk on the rainbow,
Lighten our hearts with color,
Let it weave in and through us.
Watch the moonlight together,
As it dances with the clouds,
Helping hand for each other.
Copyrighted March 2012 Marta Moran-Bishop
Marta wrote 437 Days Ago (neutral)0Ah yes Ana it is that is why I gave it up. I too prefer the red with friends. Elle I love you too, the three of you are some of the best that I have ever known. You are what I always believed women should and could be. Love you my frineds...xxxx0 points AnaLewis wrote 438 Days Ago (neutral)0Cynicism is a bitter drink. I prefer red wine. :) Preferably shared with y'all.0 points Elle wrote 441 Days Ago (neutral)0Love you Marta, it's the thing I'm most grateful about the Internet, the ability to connect with like-minded spirits like you. Big hugs Xx0 points Marta wrote 442 Days Ago (neutral)0We are all a work in progress dear Heidi. I beat the cynism it was hard, but have my other quirks that I am working on. Hugs and love my sister, my friend. xxx0 points Heidi wrote 442 Days Ago (neutral)0It doesn't get much better than this, Marta. You are an incredible person in heart & spirit and I'm so lucky to have you as a Sister. I too found cynicism setting in & found it hard to unsettle it. That's why I'm still a work in progress :)0 points