Let Them Speak

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I was awaken once again by the same damn dream that always haunts me. About trying to escape wherever it is, that I am. So for now I lay here vaguely getting re-familiar who and where I am. But as I quietly recover my senses, I hear my wife sleeping soundly next to me. As always, I blind myself from the glow of my phone, reading messages I’ve gotten during the night. One message in particular caught my eye from a friend I hold so Dear. Reading it I knew they were saying one thing, but beneath the surface, I knew they were saying something else.
 
So the words I sent them back were meant for them, and not some generic can of “you can do it” bullshit. But it was something that spoke from my heart that I would want someone to send me. I am not saying that I’m empathic or anything. But much like my Grandma, I seem to have a sense for these things. Like the message they sent just seemed too perfect. But I’ll be the first to admit it’s hard to read someone’s intent without hearing or seeing them.
 
Now it’s late in the morning and the message I received has since faded to the back of my mind. Right now my body fights to awaken body as my fingers tremble. But I’ve made it to my chair and I’ve taken my morning pills, while I stare out the rain soaked windows from the night before. But days and windows like this will come and go, just like friends and acquaintances fade in and out of our lives. But it is up to us how we will treat others. Do you honor each soul with serenity and respect? Or do you go through them like a list of so many ones and zeros?. With each piece of life’s puzzle, how will you be judged? What do others have to do to be worthy of your time?