The handle of a sword is almost more important than the sword itself. Its power is in its role of unity, direction, and movement. One of the most commonly used terms for a sword handle is the hilt. I find it funny that outside the world of swords its definition is to the limit or go completely.
Shouldn't we communicate to the hilt, apply our skills completely, not find our ego filtering the words of others because it just doesn't suit our own agenda? As if one man’s agenda is better suited, that’s where the sword has been, lacking a hilt. We go about our day ex-communicating others with a line in the sand of a beach, as if the line gives credence to the falsehood that the rest of the beach doesn’t exist.
The hilt, taking it to the limit, is truly asking the artist has one lost the art of communication.
Many people post their beliefs, post facts, lay their heart and souls in the many social communities on the internet with just one goal...CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!
Where is the empathy?
How tragic is it that we don’t acknowledge one another because they aren’t completely in accordance with “our” plan? Do we own the market on great plans? Are we the only people that are “in the know”? It’s a shame that we look at another’s point of view and dismiss them so easily. How can humans sharing the same land, the same air, and damn sure the same pain and suffering, refuse to share ideas and find common ground in order to survive and prosper.
I know there are many that say "I don't give a damn what you think". Yet at the same time you have a contact list. I think that thou protest too much. You do care. Your anger isn’t that hard to pick up on. We can hear it in the context of your words. Your pain isn’t as esoteric as you would believe. We feel it. Even when we lash out in anger, we feel it. There are many times that we just don’t understand it and give a backlash that matches your lash. It’s time for a healthy dose of care and concern. You can’t do that without listening. You can’t listen if your sand castle is better than everyone else’s beach.
We need to come together at one table and listen. Don’t say that you have. Come to the table. Bring your skills, all of them; include the ones that makes it possible to listen. Many share your pain, wouldn’t it be less of a burden if we could all carry the burden together.
We can ill afford to limit the invites because our way doesn’t match the way of others. We all have the same needs, do we all want to go without because a couple of disagreements of the wants?
I hope that we can put pride and ego aside and replace it with strength and understanding. I hope that we can take a moment to see the pain of a man and not think lesser of him. I hope that we can open our minds long enough to take it to the hilt.
If we don’t…we may miss the point.
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