I 2 Am Hueman

When I was a child, people seemingly spoke to one another. I remember a time when dinnertime was sacred. This was the time when everyone sat down and discussed the events of the day, the plans for tomorrow, and with some discomfort, the failures of yesterday. Today, it seems that we don’t talk anymore. Today, we seek hashtags that seemingly summarize all that we are, will be, and feel. Hashtags… I really don’t like hashtags, but in order to be heard, I’ll use some. #I’msorry. #Iwaswrong. #Youwerewrongtoo. #Youtalktoomuch. #Idon’ttalkenough. #Idon’twanttobecoached. #Manhoodshouldn’tbepredicatedonoutcome. #Manhoodshouldn’tbepredicatedonincome. #Onceuponatimewewerefriends. #I’drathermakelovethandiscusswhatlovingshouldbeorfeellike. #Noonehasfiguredloveoutsostoplisteningtofailuresinordertodiscoversuccess. #Iamnotyourfather. #Youarenotmyfather. #Imissyou. #Myegowillneverbeasstrongasmylove. #Silenceisabitch. #Silenceissometimestheonlyredemptionthatexists. #Loveisstrongerthanpride. #Imissyou…….After a modern day conversation like this, there is nothing else that needs to be said. However, because I’m a bit rebellious I’ll say these words. Defiantly, I tossed the last vestiges of hope I had remaining to the gods. I prayed that they’d be heard while accepting that they probably won’t. When I loved then, it was real. How can love be fake? Like can be fake, but how can Love? No, it wasn’t fake. It was real. Perhaps, we both expected it to be pain free. Alas, it’s not. Perhaps, that’s the beauty of it all. Nonetheless, I loved then. I love now…….Patrick

This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason than to make their lives better. As always, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything….