A knowing look at how words are seen.
We hear what we want to hear and see what we want to see.
Every word is a powerful reminder of our own stories, our own experiences, our own hearts.
Every word fails to truly evoke the writer’s true meaning.
For how can we ever know the true heart of another? (We barely know our own hearts!)
They are unavoidable, these misunderstandings.
Words, like all art, belong to the reader, to the viewer.
Once released to the world, our words take on a life of their own in the hearts of those who receive them.
As a person who uses words to share concepts that defy explanation, that flow with the energy of butterflies, the idea that they will never be fully understood is both horrifying and freeing.
Horrifying to imagine that my words may be taken in ways I had never intended. Yet freeing to realize that, as long as my words are sent with love on butterfly wings, how they are received is out of my control.
It matters not the words I choose – if I am writing from my heart, they will be misinterpreted by someone.
And they will be loved by someone.
My words may even connect so deeply to someone’s heart as to break it open to awaken the Divine.
With awakening the Divine as a possibility, I’m willing to take the risk.
As I write my words, I will always hope that not many people will despise them, but I know there will be someone. And I may be surprised by who it is.
I will always hope that light and beauty and wonder outweigh any misunderstanding, tipping the scales on the side of doing good.
And perhaps you will accept that my words are fallible and I do my best to let the Universe speak through me. And that this might sometimes fall short of your expectations.
And I hope you’ll like me anyway.
*I would have loved to report that the poem has been lost, but that would be untruthful. It is just the poorly written musings of a teenager and not worth sharing.