Waiting with Empty Palms

As much as you don't want it to happen, we all grow up. Many grow in different ways--some fast, some slow; some in a positive way and some in a negative way. Yet, it all comes down to how we love. Hastiness isn't the answer; patience is.

However, my purpose of this blog is to stand palms open and ready showing those in a path they didn't necessarily see themselves in years back that I am willing to listen and wait. As children we profess to be our best selves: the kind of person your mommy or daddy would be proud of.

When we fall short of our own expectations as well as the expectations of others it can be hard to change. Pride overcomes the necessity to change the change that is taking over motivation to be our best even if that change is so minor and insignificant.

Meanwhile, many stand by and do the only thing they can do to help: wait. They wait for that moment when this person realizes their becoming lost along a stringy, sticky path that holds them captive. And once they grasp that reality they find the will to revamp themselves; curing themselves from doubt and insecurity. But the standers watch and wait; wait instead of judge and shun--anticipating to the point of annoying those seeking restitution: alone. And those struggling grope for those willing to listen.

We can't save souls alone for we all need saving. Are we lending arms of comfort? Are we grieving with those that need empathy? But most of all, are we patiently waiting?

I'm here. I'm waiting. And all I have are empty palms and a broken heart.