breakfast

Understanding is a big word. What does it mean to understand a story? Or perhaps a reason? There's something about understanding that we all, at some point in our lives, refuse to understand. But, admit it or not, we all want a sliver of it. A drop of whatever understanding the world could offer us. Kindness is rare. Understanding is even more so.

So here I sit, very darn early in the morning, wondering when the world would drop me a serving of a little understanding. I find it quite sad that when all a person needs is for someone to understand his or her plight, it is often met with strong opinions regarding the contrary. I feel slighted at how I am given very little of it when all I am asking for is an open mind to see the reality behind every word I am saying. 

I suppose it is easier for people not to understand because then, they wouldn't have to feel the stinging rejection I felt the day I dropped the phone to ask.