Stepping On Hearts


It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me


They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending


The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me


Marinating in the moments


What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

If only there was one magnificent experience that altered my entire being…For the life of me, I can’t choose just one.  It has been a thunderstorm of events.  Decisions I’ve made, and the all-too-powerful emotions behind them.  I don’t think there should be just one event that changes your life. That is mediocrity. I’ve spent the entirety of my days being heavily changed by each moment, and I can’t imagine it any other way.

From the way somebody walks, to the words they use, the slight inflection of their voice, soft or stern, light or dark, I notice everything. I love marinating in the moments.  Each one tells me a little story. It gives me a glimpse into the true essence of the people around me.  Sometimes it’s overwhelming to be able to see all this, I see the joy but I also see the misery, and it pains my heart.  Sometimes I feel like I’m somehow juking the system.  Sometimes it’s frustrating that others don’t see very deep.

But having this gift of sight, this connection to the pulse of the human heart, has changed me in ways I didn’t even imagine.  What I love most are days when people need me.  A distressed man on the street, saying hi to every passerby, and nobody gives him the time of day.  I flash a huge smile, and kind words, if that’s what he needs.  Maybe the other passerby’s just couldn’t see the look in his eyes, of struggle, of warmheartedness, or maybe they were just too busy.  What’s important is that man smiled, and was removed from the mediocre, to find solace in my eyes.

It’s these moments that change my being into something beyond this world. It’s these moments that change others as well, or so I’d like to think.