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Free Writing - Take 77

The saying goes, walk a mile in one's shoes, before judging. If yours are barely broken in, yet feel comfortable, because you've been taken care of like a child for your entire life, it's best not to judge someone else.  If you want others to feel your grief, put down the tough guy/girl act and show compassion and sincerity when it isn't expected, not only when it is. If you have a huge issue in your life you feel the need to share, share it, listen to the advice, bathe in the warmth of comfort and take solace in knowing you matter, but please, don't add to your list of woes, by adding something as silly as your child's sniffle or the restaurant you wanted to go to being booked. Your serious problems then just get added to your list and most of us don't have time for your daily woes, as we have our own. Don't over thank people for niceties, but never ever neglect their efforts when they aren't warranted. Those are the ones that matter most and need to be appreciated. For both parties involved to feel they've felt someone. Two people said something to me that was so nice that I didn't know what to say, but being made to feel special is one thing, but unique is quite unexpected. My appreciation to both wasn't ready for words, because I feared they'd be misconstrued as something very different. Physical pain is so different than mental pain. Mental pain breaks down your mind and spirit, whereas physical pain just reminds you of your mortality and the you are nothing in the grand scheme of things. Nothing, but skin, bones and blood. Some mornings I watch the sunrise from a window facing west and it faintly mimics the evenings, but in secret, I wish it always was.


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