Lonely Planet
It takes awareness. It requires patience.
Above all, the recognition of need and the
willingness to respond as best one can for
it is difficult at the very least for most of us
to refrain from speaking of ourselves in
favour of allowing others to speak of their
issues. In a world rife with disappointed
relationships of people forever too busy
to give deep thought to exactly what it is
that keeps them busy and why it is that
being busy precludes the most elemental
need of human emotional contact we remain
bereft and confused, resentful and angry
that we are in essence alone though
surrounded by others. Granted, it is the
very essence of chic and a status symbol
to boast of tribulations brought to the astute
professional ear of psychotherapists skilled
at diagnosing and assessing the state of one's
unruly mind according to the clinician's
handbook by listening, taking notes and
prompting, so over time the benefit of
ventilating uncertainty and confusion eases
perceived conditions when in fact it is time
and a sympathetic listener enabling the
perspective of dealing with life's blows.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
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Poetry
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