They’ve said I should be a lawyer, because
I’m awfully good at talking.
A full steam ahead,
one track mind
and a stubborn heart,
an articulate tongue
and an eloquent argument.
I love a good debate and I’m full of ideas
that seem to make my brain a dam that will
inevitably break.
Yes,
this girl knows how to talk.
And yet, I am learning more and more
how to listen.
To quiet my soul,
to bite my wild fire tongue.
I am writing a new definition for
the word humility. (I keep my own dictionary
because I used to like to think
I know everything. )
Now, I pass my notebook around
and let other people add
their personal thoughts and commentaries.
Handwriting I can’t read in English,
let alone the addition of scripts
I have never learned. My definition becomes one
of many colours
and experiences that breathe the air
of every country in the world.
Each face I meet knows something I don’t
I am welcoming the taste of
the stones of ignorance that are harder to swallow than pride.
Welcoming the cold water shower that wakes me
from the sleepiness of my privilege.
I am opening my eyes wider than before.
I am tuning my ears to different channels.
I am engaging with people who ran on different train tracks
than my fast moving mind.
I am sitting down in the quiet with those who can’t stand up in the chaos.
I am letting humility be the fire running wild in my heart
Trust me,
I still love to talk.
But now,
I seek to expand my own definition
by also becoming a listener.
Just some unedited ramblings from this soul under construction
Until next time,
-Sam ❤
Beautiful♥♥♥
Thank you!!
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