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Nov 2011 · 4.5k
Empathy
Tyler Drapeau Nov 2011
The purest sense of understanding that allows two hearts to move beyond the borders of the conscious, thinking mind.

Without the thoughts that twist the words, that distort perception; what is conveyed, is... is... unconditional acceptance and love. In this simple concept we find solace, we find connection, we reach the precipice of and stare in awe at the beauty of the humane soul. Everything seems perfect.

 

By this perfection, given face value, we draw the ever permanent distinction between what what is black and what is white; what is wrong and what is right; what is virtue and what is moral travesty. For inherent to humanity is the eagerness, bias  and extremity with which we represent the good and evil of this world. For who would believe that the "caretaker", wrought of good intentions, could be soiled in his actions?

 

The caretaker that empathizes with the troubled or broken soul is a testament to the honesty of a human heart; but he who enables others with his empathy becomes not the caretaker, but the "jailer". Through his conviction to ALWAYS be there, to sooth the hurts, to understand the pains and to maintain control... by those actions, he belittles them. The relief of empathy is only temporary. Empathy does not enact change, it is mere salve and bandage, it quells the aches for but a moment. And when they return, in their woes, the service of the empathizer becomes requirement.

 

For though empathy may be needed, with the power to forge a bond of deep understanding, its indiscriminate use only stunts. Personal growth, it is found by many paths in this world. We must grow and mature; let others do the same. Life is a journey with many opportunities but also many hardships, we are defined by these. If we are stunted by the empathy of others, in their quest to protect us, we will never grow, never achieve that which is greater, and never leave our "prison".

 

Virtue or vice... once again in the hands of the beholder.
Tyler Drapeau Nov 2011
When we hug, hold each other tight,
Breast in breast, beating heart against beating heart.
Bound willingly and out of love. 

In that smile... That little twitch that betrays your
innermost thoughts. That curvaceous flowing of flesh
that speaks your joy to the world. 

Through tears, of happiness, of sorrow, of hopes and
dreams. Shed from the windows of my eyes... Belying
the rising tumult of emotions-raw-within my chest.
Surging at your sight, igniting at your touch, singing
with your joys and drowning with your sorrows.

I see the life, the wonder, the desire, the drive and the
struggle to be you... 

I find forever when I look into your eyes, the proverbial
porthole to your soul. Not because I'm punch-drunk on
your essence. Ha! That would be far to easy to admit.

I find forever because I find love. I find it in the depth
of my being, so passionate, wanting to reach out and
cradle, protect and embrace you, as you are. 

I found my forever, and it scares me. Why? Why? Why?
Because... In these small moments... In this forever...
I want to lose myself. 

To lose myself in you. 

That's love right??? A gamble? Place your bets, jump in
head first... Is it a gamble I am willing to take? My heart says
JUMP!!!
My mind says be patient... 

I love you. :) And sometimes it makes me want to cry. :(
If I give you all I am... Will you find forever in me?

I hope so... So here's to jumping. To losing myself, but not becoming lost.  
I think it's worth it.
Cheers, to finding forever.

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