Empath. I wear compassion. Conflict. It rises in me. Love. It swells into overflowing. Passion. It stirs greatly in the face of injustice. Words. I am.
Someone once asked me to describe myself. In my mind, nothing was more difficult. Struggling to find words to acquiesce the request, I spoke a single word – how? Perplexity streaked across his furrowed brows as he wandered away.
That single encounter is the summary of me. While I make concerted efforts to accommodate such inquiries, the attempts prove fruitless. Some things cannot be explained and are best experienced. It has taken me a very long time to find comfort in being unapologetically me. “No” was never part of my vocabulary. Sometimes, I entertain thoughts of “what if…” but am suddenly reminded by the small voice of reason that it is best not to contemplate that which cannot be changed. I no longer make excuses for the awkward, dreamy-eyed, and free-spirited energy contained beneath this temporary vessel of flesh. Anymore, my response is simply, ‘wait and see.’