Today marks the beginning of week three. How is it going, one might ask? Well... Enlightening. Definitely enlightening. I am enriched by listening to people's stories. I think that is what is changing me the most.
I can't remember who it was that impressed this on me, but it was something like... it is much harder to judge someone when you have heard their story.
I am much better at reading stories than I am listening to them. When I read, I am alone and in my own head and space and I can process the story better and go back if I have to. When I am with the person, there is so much I miss and so many distractions and I only get one chance.
I think my goal in the next few weeks is not so much to embrace into my core what I am reading, but to let it join my arsenal of thought. I want access to as many thoughts as I can so I am not limited by my prejudice. I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't want to restrict myself because of fear. I want to continuously learn and then take away what helps me on my journey.
Today, I am feeling low. I am lacking enthusiasm, creativity and joy. It is usually temporary... but dismal and painful when I am going through the slump. It is hard to write when I am like this.
Today, I feel like I am flying in an airplane looking out the window, longing to be a bird... sad, but happy that at least I am up in the clouds. I wonder if I am free. Maybe being on the ground was free and being in this hollow metal tube pretending I'm a bird is not freedom, but captivity.
