Knocking on my Door

Well I’m outside swatting gnats, I’d sit on the front porch, but my wife keeps the TV so loud. But anyway, a little breeze has kicked up, so really shouldn’t be complaining too much. I earlier this morning I was talking to my father-in-law, just to see how he’s doing. We certainly don’t agree on everything, but he’s pretty good at making daughters. I also spent some time editing some work for a friend. I don’t mind doing that, it ain’t like I got a hundred people knocking on my door anyway. 

 There’s a certain serenity in being left alone. I used to never understand why my old man seemed to enjoy his own company over talking. But every once-in-awhile, he’d crawled out if his shell and talk up a storm, but just not much to me. Oh, don’t worry I’ve pretty much laid those issues to rest. Plus, as I’ve grown older, I’m beginning to see the benefits of isolation. It’s apparent my social skills are lacking (of which I’m constantly reminded.) But that’s either here or there, because apparently, I ain’t changing, just ask my wife.
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I suppose my point is, “Ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself”, thanks Ricky. Anyway, we waste so much of our lives worrying about what others think. We often sacrifice ourselves, for the sake of acceptance. While giving of one’s self is a noble truth, so too is taking care of yourself. Most people I know are either so wrapped up in themselves they have no empathy or compassion for others. Or they give so much of themselves, there is nothing left for them. Listen balance is the key, love and give as much as you can, but leave a little for yourself.