What’s the Point?

Your words. Not mine.

Your words. Not mine.

Please. Your words. Not mine.

Mine are poisoned by bitterness, frustration, and disappointment. Last spoken words of mine she heard were “You can’t!” before I hung up on her for the first time.

Out of frustration or cowardice; doesn’t matter.

Your words are of loving advice, empathy, and healing. I physically felt them for only the second time in my life a few weeks back and I still don’t know what to do with that.

How do I be honest? How can I be? Honesty leads straight to very short conversations ending in anger just to protect egos, and no one needs that.

Please Give me Wisdom.

Don’t know what for.

Don’t even care.

No idea what the point is.

Don’t need to.

I just don’t know.

I don’t know anything… other than that it truly matters.

Amen.