To Be Misunderstood

You know what it feels like to be misunderstood. Yes, you know. All of us think differently, how could we every coincide harmoniously? It simply isn't realistic. It doesn't soften the blow that people's cruelty, insensitivity and selfishness causes on a daily basis though. Underneath this cloak, with some of the tears one must swim through, grasping on to something that isn't even clear, under here is at times odd. And poetry, do you have all the answers? Well, why does that count so much? Must we understand each other, can we not simply step back and appreciate all the madness and beauty that is a different soul, and the world around and celebrate the magnificent truth that we do not understand what it's all about?

Sweetheart, I came here to love, not necessarily to succeed at every wave of the moments that ripple through the days. Before you can understand me you must open the gates of possibility within yourself. You sit on the shelf, you see nothing from there. You claim to know a great many things, with your head buried in books and TV channels. Outside there is a world, ticking, beating, passing by your window in all puzzle like formations.  No, I don't understand you either. Of course not. Life is a mission, a beautiful tapestry and none of us will ever be able to see and understand more than just a sliver, only a fraction of it, if we are lucky.

To be misunderstood is not easy to take, but what is the real likelihood of someone, everyone, anyone being able to follow another individual's train of thought and their feelings? We should feel blessed for what we have, a wondrous infinitely-sized labyrinth. We were thrown in here and we will never get out. Not really. How could we ever get bored? Well, we just need to absorb everything with love, and take the time to grow. What we learn is another step towards understanding it all, and that is a special thing to contemplate.