Often enough, those close to us,or who interact with us enough, are our most intense teachers.
They are the ones we watch, as they stretch boundary situations with us.
They are the ones we divulge things we later rethink or realize or wish we had not actually spoken about.
They are the ones who may be good of heart and caring, but still have their blind spots, of which they invariably know nothing at all.
Like walking around with egg on your face, and everyone sees but you.
Often enough, our dearest friends, or those closest to us in whatever kind of configuration, will be the ones who overstep or disbelieve or push us over there or urge us over here or have their own agenda when they are thinking this idea of theirs is simply the best idea ever.
So there we are, quietly living our own day, when in they come, til we notice they are in fact arranging and pushing and shoving us around til we
wake up and take a step back, right outta that ring.
They are the ones we watch, as they stretch boundary situations with us.
They are the ones we divulge things we later rethink or realize or wish we had not actually spoken about.
They are the ones who may be good of heart and caring, but still have their blind spots, of which they invariably know nothing at all.
Like walking around with egg on your face, and everyone sees but you.
Often enough, our dearest friends, or those closest to us in whatever kind of configuration, will be the ones who overstep or disbelieve or push us over there or urge us over here or have their own agenda when they are thinking this idea of theirs is simply the best idea ever.
So there we are, quietly living our own day, when in they come, til we notice they are in fact arranging and pushing and shoving us around til we
wake up and take a step back, right outta that ring.
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