"Tell me...you tell me...
What does he have
that I don't?
Seriously...TELL ME.
What does he have?"
This is a dangerous question, as are most questions of this caliber. It's the ammunition equivalent of pointing a Smith & Wesson 500 to your brain and asking, "Tell me...you tell me...what will it feel like? Seriously...TELL ME...what does it have?" Likewise, to pointing a Smith & Wesson 500 dollar question at your heart and begging for an answer. Odds are, you probably will not feel a thing. It will center an explosion directly into you, and right through you quicker then you can even comprehend what has happened. Afterward, if everything in it's path is not completely obliterated, there will most likely be an exit wound...but no bullet recovery or memory of the actual piece of metal that ripped through you. You know it is there somewhere...but it will confuse you forever. All you have left is the empty shell on the ground, mixed in with the rest of your blood and remains that will truly no doctor, surgeon, or neurologist could piece together again. So all the kings horses and all the kings men, could never mend your heart together again. If you have ever fired a weapon before, you might know that often then a bullet is fired (or more likely when a person is shot), you will not hear the explosion of the weapon fire. You hear a very slight pop, and you will be deafened for about 20 min. You will be able to hear, but everything will be faint, in the background, and distorted. Why is this? Well...in a measurement of sound, on average, the maximum decibel (dB) level BEFORE it is dangerous your your ears, is roughly 80-85 dB. This could be extremely busy & obnoxious interstate 5 @ 5:00PM traffic or typical loud outside noises. An iPOD kicks around 100 dB MAX. A live concert kicks anywhere between 110-130 dB. My old band rehearsals, we kicked around 135-140 dB (ridiculous, I know). A Smith & Wesson 500, would be estimated to kick somewhere between 160-170 dB. This, will not only temporarily deafen you, but will not at all be healthy for your ears. These kinds of questions, will hit you at decibel levels that will deafen for days, and scar. You will not be able to hear correctly, or will you desire to.
So why are these questions asked in the first place?
Some may find clarity in the answers.
Does one find clarity in a bullet piercing their skin? I would say yes...if it makes you stronger. If it gets you a purple heart. If it makes you a hero in someones eyes for living through it. If it grants you experience only some can say that they have acquired. THAT is living.
Sticks and stones may break my bones...
your words they surely kill...they surely kill.
Bullets and knives will break my skin...
but everything else lives within.
The heart does not die. The heart rebuilds itself with a little injection of nuclear carbon 14...or just plain care, encouragement, and a willingness to move forward. The heart is an involuntary muscle that one can put immense pressure on, and it will not stop. Eventually, the end will come to all things. But the endurance and motivation of the heart...is one to be inspired from.
MY heart is not dying. I do not have a history of heart disease.
My heart is still beating and running at its prime...
in the midst of its brokenness.
I know eventually, it will be whole again.
I only hope that someday, I can run in my prime and at my best, at ALL times...in the midst of my brokenness. If anyone reaches this point before me, I will be there to applaud you at your epitaph, for this is what is called perfection, and perfection can only be achieved after imperfection is perfectly abolished, which currently, at this time period in the history of the universe...is perfectly impossible. One day...when the sun sets but does not rise.
Each individual is imperfect, yet priceless...
which makes us, a completely incomplete,
yet worthy, equal contradiction to each other.
WHO ARE WE TO SAY WHO IS BETTER THEN THE OTHER? Who are we to judge ones character when we can't figure out our own? Who are we to love someones character when they have simply not seen ours? We are nothing. We have no say in the matter.
We can only run...guessing...hoping we come up right.
But this guessing game does not mean we are not beautiful.
Beauty can be found in all of us when we least expect it,
as long as your looking.
Sometimes we will appear as old, crooked, broken, useless, artifacts.
But people will look to us...visit us...notice us...learn from us...
and if nothing else, they will remember us, at least for their lives.
For the benefit of their futures, and their own personal construction.
Though they may not RESPECT us...
We ultimately affected their lives for tomorrow...
and they will recognize that often too late...
But they will recognize, none the less.
That is all that one can hope for.
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