To the haters
20 July 12
My honesty in my writing attracts encouragement and judgement. I have doled out plenty of self-righteous judgement in the past, so it’s something I know I will experience.
Just not at this time, please.
Authenticity will always have its admirers and its detractors. Because I’m speaking the truth, I’m more vulnerable than someone who is white-washing their life with platitudes and lies.
I made a conscious decision to start telling the truth a couple years ago. And so you see the good, the bad, and the ugly sides of me on this blog. I’m easy pickings, especially while I’m recovering from Elijah’s death.
But every knife-stab still hurts. Thrust if you must, but if we have the chance to meet face to face I’d like you to pretend we’re strangers, so we can discover how friendly and loving we both are without the baggage of negative remarks hovering over our interaction.
Because we are alike. We’re parents, children, lovers, friends. We want the best for our loved ones and the best for our world. We’re not so different, you and I. And if we meet one day, I think we’ll become friends.
The more experiences I have, the easier I find it is to relate to range of people. Because we can connect on a real level — whether it’s on the basis of growing up with imperfect parents, experiencing romantic heartache, running a small family business, raising a family, juggling work and family commitments, exploring the world through travel, losing a loved one or simply hurting in a very human way.
We are connected, whether we like it or not. And the sooner we all realise this on a global level, the sooner we will all contribute to making the world a better place — for the sake of our children. Aren’t they worth it? I think so.