"If a child lives with criticismWhen I'm rich I'm upgrading.....
He learns to condemn
If a child lives with hostility
He learns to fight
If a child lives with ridicule
He learns to be shy
If a child lives with shame
He learns to be guilty
If a child lives with tolerance
He learns to be patient
If a child lives with encouragement
He learns confidence
If a child lives with praise
He learns to appreciate
If a child lives with fairness
He learns justice
If a child lives with security
He learns to have faith
If a child lives with approval
He learns to like himself
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship
He learns to find love in the world"
- 'Children Learn What They Live'
But for now let me ask you a question:
"Who are you living with?" Pretty simple question, really. Should get a pretty simple answer I would expect. Mum and Dad. My brother. My sister. My hubby and three kids. My dog Digit. Myself.
Hmmmm.... OhK. Here come the deeps in ME again. Oh Ooooh......
When I write I think of you. When I did my first book (so far) I was going through a pretty hard time. If I was going to be a writer I wanted to communicate my feelings to you and so my writing had to convey my feeling at the time as if you were sitting next to me and we were having a chat. I have never read the book since I finished it. I don't need to. Some of the stuff I wrote was pretty much 'over the top'. But so was my life. The feature poem at the beginning of the book was "Dear Mister SomeOne Out-There". As many of you know it was my painful scream to someone out there to help me. SomeOne Out-There did. His name is Mister SomeOne Out-There. If I didn't find him I very much doubt I'd be around to tell the story, such was the pain at the time.
So 'Who am I living with?'
Well the simple answer is MYSELF. A singular person. 4 years living in a tent with me, myself and Moi. Mmmm Hmmm.....
But the point is this. I was alone for a long time. Many of us are. Many suffer terribly because they are alone. It hurts. Some hurt a lot more than others. It depends on the threshold that I mentioned before. The sooner you learn to accept your fate, your position, the sooner the hurt begins to dissipate.....
Now go and read that beautiful poem above. Now THINK. Hard. Become the child you used to be. THINK of your ME as a child. It lives inside you because it has to be you. Your ME is just a bigger version. You have moved ahead too quickly. That child. It is inside you. It is a part of you. It is your past and your future. So congratulations. You just found somebody you needed pretty badly, huh? You just found......
.........UPPER CASE ME ...................
Like me. You should never be lonely again.