10.04.2004
Barbershop...
"The people are the slaves of Life, and it is slavery which fills their days with misery and distress, and floods their nights with tears and anguish." ~Khalil Gibran
I have one of those old school barbers neatly tucked into a twenty-first century frame. The type of barber that listens more than he speaks, understands more than he lets on.
He's the type of brother you love to call a friend because you know when your time comes to be heard, you will be heard, with out restrictions, conditions or suspicion. And I love that.
For the better part of my life I've been a conversationalist, not a talker. I'd rather remain quiet if I have nothing beneficial to say, than to ramble on and on about nothing in particular. Partly because I am always looking for the greater good of the coversation. The word, or words that my heart almost desperately needs to hear. Nouns, verbs and adjectives that are sure to catapult me into motion and thought.
Saturday was no different.
"Humans are always looking for validation. Always looking to prove themselves to others. It's sad really...I mean, is it really necessary?" He asked somewhat confused and annoyed. "To prove yourself to someone else? To make them feel good about you, and your life? If you are who you say you are, they will notice, without you ever having to say a word."
I've spent the greater part of my life validating my existence. Validating my feelings, my love, my fears. It is sad when you really think about it. After all a lion doesn't have to remind you that he is a lion, and that at will he can fuck you up. He knows. You know. There's no extra bop in his swagger, no crown upon his head...no boom to his bip. He is what he is...and quite content with being just that.
Hmmm...
When I left the chair I felt revived. I had heard the words I'd come to hear, and as a result had been called to action. From then on, I would be a lion. A mighty, mighty lion.
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I have one of those old school barbers neatly tucked into a twenty-first century frame. The type of barber that listens more than he speaks, understands more than he lets on. He's the type of brother you love to call a friend because you know when your time comes to be heard, you will be heard, with out restrictions, conditions or suspicion. And I love that.
For the better part of my life I've been a conversationalist, not a talker. I'd rather remain quiet if I have nothing beneficial to say, than to ramble on and on about nothing in particular. Partly because I am always looking for the greater good of the coversation. The word, or words that my heart almost desperately needs to hear. Nouns, verbs and adjectives that are sure to catapult me into motion and thought.
Saturday was no different.
"Humans are always looking for validation. Always looking to prove themselves to others. It's sad really...I mean, is it really necessary?" He asked somewhat confused and annoyed. "To prove yourself to someone else? To make them feel good about you, and your life? If you are who you say you are, they will notice, without you ever having to say a word."
I've spent the greater part of my life validating my existence. Validating my feelings, my love, my fears. It is sad when you really think about it. After all a lion doesn't have to remind you that he is a lion, and that at will he can fuck you up. He knows. You know. There's no extra bop in his swagger, no crown upon his head...no boom to his bip. He is what he is...and quite content with being just that.
Hmmm...
When I left the chair I felt revived. I had heard the words I'd come to hear, and as a result had been called to action. From then on, I would be a lion. A mighty, mighty lion.
