Such a wonderful piece of writing Joe. In highlighting (so beautifully) what it really takes to survive, you do such great honour to those who, day by day, are managing to do just that…the real heroes.
"We pass each other in streets, in stores, carrying invisible war records carved into our souls." Then we pour them out on paper and get the privilege of reading eachother's tears stained souls. Such a beautiful reminder we're all out here doing this together.
Thank you. I am, as always appreciative, and unable to find the means in which to convey it. While I am passably good at writing, at accepting compliments I am a failure. But I am sincerely touched.
And that makes the effort worthwhile. I am sure that people in public find me strange sometimes. I look them in the eye. Actually, at times I'm looking past that. It's a curiosity. What makes you...you. Why are you this way? What story do you have? Some might say it has some morbidity to it. I consider it a kind of empathy. I wonder, because in some way, I care. Thank you so much for the comment, and for the time to read.
Possibly. Probably. We all have them, and they are all, truly, fascinating. Everyone's story is an epic, even if they don't consider it so. I think if I ever led a rebellion, it would be against our efforts to downplay our stories, even as I tone down mine. A wonderful and saddening hypocrisy, that. I'm still uncovering mine, and on paper it sounds so different than in my head. That in itself is a story, a story of how stories are born.
Thank you Jennifer. It's a difficult thing to write about sometimes, but it's out there. And empathy needs to be a big portion of our lives. We never know what another is going through. Thank you so much for reading, and even more so for the comment. A simple comment makes the effort worthwhile.
Joe that story was so vivid and impactful. I can totally see and need to see the scars and medals of people around me. You do justice with your words. It's so interesting how my post tomorrow speaks of the bottle and medals. See you then. Thank you brother. ✌️❤️
Thank you Richard. One totally from experience and hopefully in a format that can be understood. I think we all tend to underestimate the wounds, battles of others. I appreciate the read. And glad I got to join you for morning coffee again!
This piece is lifting up a mirror to society, saying: "Here, look at what you've become." Making the reader step back and think why that old guy just the other day responded to me shouting when I was polite. What made him that bitter. Not to tell him to go to warmer climate and watch his manners but think about it. About the why. Thank you for your service.
Such a wonderful piece of writing Joe. In highlighting (so beautifully) what it really takes to survive, you do such great honour to those who, day by day, are managing to do just that…the real heroes.
Thank you very much, and I truly appreciate you taking the time to read and to comment. It is wonderful to wake up to such a compliment.
Outstanding!!!
Thank you very much!
I love this. I needed this.
And this made my day.
"We pass each other in streets, in stores, carrying invisible war records carved into our souls." Then we pour them out on paper and get the privilege of reading eachother's tears stained souls. Such a beautiful reminder we're all out here doing this together.
Thank you. Though you inspired the eulogy one. Lol. I spoke my mind.
I haven't read that one yet!
You are amazing - as usual. I'm inspired by you!
Thank you. I am, as always appreciative, and unable to find the means in which to convey it. While I am passably good at writing, at accepting compliments I am a failure. But I am sincerely touched.
Oh I know that feeling - not good at that either. But I mean it :)
"We pass each other in streets, in stores..."
This is beautiful. I'll be a little more careful moving around my world today, thinking of this.
And that makes the effort worthwhile. I am sure that people in public find me strange sometimes. I look them in the eye. Actually, at times I'm looking past that. It's a curiosity. What makes you...you. Why are you this way? What story do you have? Some might say it has some morbidity to it. I consider it a kind of empathy. I wonder, because in some way, I care. Thank you so much for the comment, and for the time to read.
Certainly empathy. But also the curiosity of a storyteller?
Possibly. Probably. We all have them, and they are all, truly, fascinating. Everyone's story is an epic, even if they don't consider it so. I think if I ever led a rebellion, it would be against our efforts to downplay our stories, even as I tone down mine. A wonderful and saddening hypocrisy, that. I'm still uncovering mine, and on paper it sounds so different than in my head. That in itself is a story, a story of how stories are born.
Joe this floored me. Your words are so impactful. Thank you for this. I’m at a loss for words after reading yours. I’m going back to read it again. 💙
Thank you Jennifer. It's a difficult thing to write about sometimes, but it's out there. And empathy needs to be a big portion of our lives. We never know what another is going through. Thank you so much for reading, and even more so for the comment. A simple comment makes the effort worthwhile.
Joe that story was so vivid and impactful. I can totally see and need to see the scars and medals of people around me. You do justice with your words. It's so interesting how my post tomorrow speaks of the bottle and medals. See you then. Thank you brother. ✌️❤️
Thank you Richard. One totally from experience and hopefully in a format that can be understood. I think we all tend to underestimate the wounds, battles of others. I appreciate the read. And glad I got to join you for morning coffee again!
This piece is lifting up a mirror to society, saying: "Here, look at what you've become." Making the reader step back and think why that old guy just the other day responded to me shouting when I was polite. What made him that bitter. Not to tell him to go to warmer climate and watch his manners but think about it. About the why. Thank you for your service.