I’ve lived. I’ve learned.
I’ve failed. I’ve succeeded.
I’ve found myself. I’ve lost myself in others.
I’ve been kind. I’ve been heartless.
I’ve been loved. I’ve lost the love I had.
I’ve been loyal. I’ve been unfaithful.
I’ve been hurt. I’ve been hurtful.
… that and more is the human experience.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean possession and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn… Veronica A. Shoffstall.
I’m just a man who learned about life similar to a blind person feeling his way; the way we all do. Too rarely have I taken the advice of the experienced, and instead depended on knowledge gained first-hand. You’d think I’d stop giving unsolicited advice. Probably humming a song to them would have more meaning. I didn’t listen and later the “I told you so’s” had little meaning.
No matter how many people come into my life or how many become a fixture in it, 95% of my knowledge about living well comes from what I have done and didn’t do. Realizing every moment is a lesson, whether big or minute, has been one of my great revelations. I am truly grateful for the experiences I learned that from.
Experience is a hard teacher
because she gives the test first,
the lesson afterwards.