Goodness

The fantasically awful thing about this world we live in is that we love and give to those that would never do the same for us. There is a serenity in knowing that you give your everything to someone else, freely and completely, but equally awesome is the pain attached to knowing it'll never be returned. People are not fools. They know they have your goodness. They covet it. It is a desirous thing to be loved and adored. Who would volunteer to just give it back? Not one of us, would do that. I had a conversation with someone who had just realized that he won't receive any goodness or anything else of equal or greater value, stunned is the most fitting description. Because I love with such ferocity, I have encountered this feeling all too often. There is no prep for it, you may think so, but you'll be blindsided each time it happens to you. I want for the goodness of others to be returned to them, exponentially! I want those of you who are takers to return to being givers. You were at some point and then a taker took that from you. I wish that the heart wrenching pain associated with loving someone who'll never offer the same, could become a distant memory in the presence of goodness. We cannot always recollect our pearls shrewn before swine, but I pray that perhaps we become sensitive to the stench of pigs before we enter their pens.