Proximity
With whom do you share your secrets? The little silly secrets that reveal who you really are, like ... the reasons why your favorite (song, book, photo, etc.) is your favorite. It's one thing to tell a person what your favorite song is, but telling him why ... that's altogether different. For me, sharing on that level entails a another level of closeness. The proximity is different.
If you share your best poem with someone, and that person says "Wow, that's a really good poem!", you feel good. But if you share the poem, and the person looks you straight in the eye and says, "Can I please have a copy of this?" you can probably rest assured that they understand the poem, and by implication, you.
It's a wonderful thing to be close to someone, to be understood.
If you share your best poem with someone, and that person says "Wow, that's a really good poem!", you feel good. But if you share the poem, and the person looks you straight in the eye and says, "Can I please have a copy of this?" you can probably rest assured that they understand the poem, and by implication, you.
It's a wonderful thing to be close to someone, to be understood.
2 Comments:
Yes. I'm told it is.
I'm thinking a lot about being close to people. This is hard work, and when I was a child, it didn't seem that way. You just went up to the kid down the block or at the swimming pool, and told him your name. You could ask him/her "Want to be my friend?" If you were an average kid, you could probably make a friend or at least an acquaintance.
Can you IMAGINE what would happen if your adult self walked up to a stranger and said "Will you be my friend?"
Writing bridges the gap for me. At least a little. I often write to my "ideal reader", a person who knows me intimately, warts and all, and still loves me. I find my "voice" that way, and every now and then, someone in my life will read one of my pieces, and they come a little closer to understanding who I really am.
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