What do they call it when life is stable?
When everything is like those families you see on cable?
Where everything feels “normal” and there’s no interruptions?
The most I have to worry about is waking up in the morning?
Content, at peace, that’s what some would say.
Fortunate, blessed, there are many names.
For the things that I am, but not for what it takes.
To get to this place in the first place.
It’s not about being lucky, it’s not about being fortunate.
It’s about hard work and putting in the effort for it.
It’s about long days and nights, mental health declines.
It’s about understanding it’s another sleepless night.
There’s a lot of breakdowns along the way.
I cry many tears and there’s a lot I have to say.
I speak my mind freely, because I truly don’t mind.
Giving someone a different perspective, being present in time.
I evaluate the world around me, I soak it all in.
Most importantly, I stop and I listen.
I listen before I respond and jump.
I listen before I let my emotions speak up.
I listen to how someone is portraying their body.
I listen to how the words are coming out, loudly or softly?
I’ve learned to listen as I’ve been on this path.
This never-ending train of constant wreck.
I am fortunate enough to earn my way.
Putting in work every single day.
I have a lot of weaknesses I’m figuring out.
I try to find a way to turn them around.
Like why the fuck do I speak so loudly?
And why do I cut so deep when I speak?
Let’s have these conversations with ourselves and one another.
Let’s try to understand a little more about each other.
Don’t be afraid of what others have to say.
Instead embrace the words in your own kind of way.