In my 34, nearly 35 years on this planet, I have concluded one universal truth…talk is cheap. And I will tell you why:
1. Just because
someone talks, doesn’t mean they have something worth saying
In my years on this big blue marble, I have (time and again)
run into two personality types: those who talk just to talk, and those who
prefer to let their actions speak louder than words. I can say this with abject
humility, because I have been both of these people, and I have learned from
being both of these people. And what I can tell you is this: If someone is
constantly trying to convince you of their value, they don’t see their own.
It’s those who know their value, who will drop everything
and be there when you need them; those who do kind things without announcing
them and with no expectation of reciprocation that are worth keeping. Voices?
Well, voices are just that…white noise, little more.
2. Communication
means nothing unless actions back it up
I have (over the years) become a non-communicator -- at
least in one on one conversations…well, most of them. Why? For a few reasons.
Personally? I am a very public persona with a very private side -- whether you
believe this or not is of no consequence to me, you don’t pay my bills, so your
opinion of my life holds little bearing for me. But for me, I have very little
filter. I tend to say what is on my mind, in my way, on my terms. I keep my
circle of one on one conversations limited to five people. And while those five
people change from time to time, I limit that for a reason…and those reasons
are my own. But, I am willing to share this: I keep my private life limited to
five people because I can manage that, and because, in truth, there are only
about five people I can trust. Take a look at your own life, and you will
likely find that you are the same in many ways. I prefer to show who I am and
how I feel in my way and on my terms. I prefer to be the person who can be counted on, not just the mouthpiece.
Actions > words. Always.
3. The thing is…I don’t
care
Hold on. Calm down. Here is the deal. I care more and far more
deeply about other people than they will ever realize. I spend my time paying
it forward in a multitude of ways each day; through small interactions, favors
and conversations than others do talking about it. (Actions > words) However,
I don’t care what they think of me. Mine? My choice in life is to be the person
who guides and steers and who stays in the background, who shows the example,
but who doesn’t interact with more than a select few. There is a certain
honesty in mystery. There is more honesty in someone who shares for the right
reasons, not for the sole purpose of pushing their own selfish agenda. Because, you see, mine has always
been one purpose: to teach, to educate, to help others through my own pain,
through my own mistakes and lessons (of which there are many).
But there is beauty in this. You see, I don’t have to have a million one on one conversations to do this, I only have to have one conversation with a million…and if that conversation inspires one, changes one, awakens one, that is what makes me happy. And knowing it has, and that it does, is why I write. And…why I always will.
But there is beauty in this. You see, I don’t have to have a million one on one conversations to do this, I only have to have one conversation with a million…and if that conversation inspires one, changes one, awakens one, that is what makes me happy. And knowing it has, and that it does, is why I write. And…why I always will.
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