Empathy is not a sport.
It doesn’t come a little at a time-
Yelling out the window at
homeless people begging for
money is a game played by
control freaks of the world.
“Mommy. What was that angry
man doing to that sad man on the street?”
“Widening the divide. Some people
are dark in the places where they
should be light but they like the dark more.”
“I don’t like that. I don’t want to like the dark more.”
“Don’t worry. You feel too well for that.”
He winced as the window rolled down. But, this time,
a little voice filled with hope filled his uneasy mind.
What’s an awakening but the moment one realizes
self, with ability to stretch into another’s soul without
having caused injury, or cast judgement; instead
understanding the completeness of individuality,
and where we fit? Born, alongside ourselves, always.
“Kindness is a form of intelligence very poorly understood.” -M. Taggart
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“This a fantastic short story collection of current emerging writers. Lots of great, varied stories. Matt Taggart is the reason that I bought this and his small town, mystical nuanced story is excellent! Matt is a fantastic writer and poet with a fantastic blog on word press. I highly recommend you check out his writing in any format.”
Thank you for your kindness.
I believe some men are only as keen as their manipulation will take them, and that’s not the kind of intelligence I respect. -M. Taggart
Timeless humanity and our perception of this. That is what I study. That is what I write. To include the walking positives, and the walking negatives. I try and peel away my internal hurdles to better see the world around me. When I meet a person I lean on the positives, now by natural sate of mind, and so often I notice possible new friends leaning on the negatives. Is this the best we have, humanity?
For me, it started with large amounts of self reflection. I lived alone for a number of years and paced my studio apartment walls endlessly. Until I bought a kayak. I floated on rivers, streams, ponds and lakes, alone, and then with friends and family. Someone recently asked me, “Was that depression? Being alone all the time on the river?” No. It was needed and a blessing.
When I was a child I knew how to run wildly among the ferns and pound the banking of the brook until I broke into the water, with or without shoes, and it was pure bliss. The sunshine, the leaves above me, the awareness of my surroundings. Somehow much of that was taken. I’m partly to blame. Growing older lead me to things that never mattered to me, but somehow I pretended that they did. Until I finally found the water and the aloneness again.
It was during this time that I learned one of my ‘secrets’ I cannot share. I can only hope many of you find your own version of this. This is where my faith is stored and why my confidence is that of a beautifully happy child. I know something. It was given to me as a gift and I see it everywhere I look. In each piece of wind, each hand shake, and in every face.
I hope you all have the best Independence Day possible.
Don’t ask someone to be kind
Ask them to be real
And let them find their kindness
A smile can hide all the hurt in the world-
A caring question from the right person
Will set them free
Please. This Christmas, if you become aware that someone is struggling, ask them a question such as, ‘Do you need me to listen?’ And then..just listen. Say nothing. It isn’t your hurt. It’s theirs. Or ask them if you can sit with them. Don’t drag them further down by pointing out they have an attitude when it’s the happiest day of the year. Because that part is a lie and they will only use the truth to further distance themselves.
The smallest kindness applied can help heal the deepest scar.
The large wooden door opened fully- we hiding behind- hadn’t known until now. Expressing details as a polished adult will do- we learned for the first time we were poor. Now we struggle. Only the flowing brook shares kindness without shame. -M. Taggart copyright 2016.