Light Dark

Black bird singing in the dead of night,

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Black bird singing in the dead of night,

take these sunken eyes and learn to see.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Black bird fly. Black bird fly. In to the light of a dark black night.

~ The Beatles

My friend sells life insurance for a living and has been forced to cold call hundreds upon hundreds of prospective clients via phone and in person. He believes to have found a way to get these people to trust him: talk about their favorite topic - themselves.

There are a majority of people who claim to grow extremely uncomfortable talking about themselves. We may call these special people "the guarded ones" (TGO's for short.) I am going to throw out a random thought regarding TGO's. You may agree, you may not. It doesn't really matter. I'm going to say that some, if not all of these people are just waiting for the right person to come along and actually ask them how they feel. For example, I wrote in my last post that I wear sunglasses sometimes because I want to keep the world out. Maybe I wear them because I want someone to tell me to take them off? Maybe we all need someone else to help us take down our fortresses.

Others of us have been burned after trusting someone else with our deepest darkest secrets. We then vow to never ever share our innermost selves with anyone again. We shut down. We become self-sufficient. Because we were burned once, we will never allow it to happen again. This is dangerous as well.

There are some times in life where you cannot get to the heart of your own matters. Sometimes you've gotta buck up and share your soul with another. If you were burned by one, who's to say there's not someone else who will welcome your truths with open arms? If there's no one around, there's usually pen and paper. Get it out. Blog it.

There have been times in my life where I have wanted so bad to scream out for help, to say "Hello people! Does anyone see me suffering here?" But I never actually let the scream out. I kept it all inside. I suffered alone and I began to sickly enjoy my own suffering. It became the norm. Until it hurt so bad I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I was only waiting for that moment to be free.

And guess what? That moment happened. But, before I could be freed, I had to actually sound the alarm and my cry for help was answered on May 5, 2007.

So I'm writing this post today for anyone who needs to get honest. About anything, anything at all. There is a light in that dark black night. I've seen it with me own two eyes.