I’ve experienced the crushing blow of seeing a post online of a friend that is going through something and realizing, I haven’t seen or spoken to this person in years. Sure, I still care for them, and sure, we all have valid reasons why life sends us on different paths and journeys, but it’s worth exploring the question, Have I done my best as a friend?
Many times, the answer is
yes, and adding some strange sense of guilt isn’t necessary. But sometimes,
just sometimes, we must come to terms with it: I must show love, face to
face, beyond the Facebook thumbs up and hearts. I can do better
extending myself, and sharing my life, with others.
My friend posted something last night on Facebook that I really liked. He spoke about the nature of being an introvert, and I completely identified with what he said in terms of our strengths and apparent shortcomings. “I don’t small chat well,” he said, or something like that, “but I have my passions,” meaning, you get him talking about something he is passionate about and he will talk for hours about it.
I would add this. It’s not that I am shy, or that I don’t like to talk to people. It’s that inside I have an ingrained need to listen, to observe, and to appreciate the voices, sites and sounds around me. Bolstered in me is the habit of quiet observance, a taking in of the world, like walking through a timeless museum. For what one may consider mundane, I perceive as significant, and sometimes, breathtaking.
I often hear statements like this from listeners and I do appreciate what they are saying. Many listeners hear a genuine sense of sadness, but that sadness has been fused with a hope that transcends my own understanding at times. I find that fusion in life to be sacred, and worthy of being captured in song.