One man's junk is another man's treasure, applies to people too. It is amazing how two people can view an individual in two contrasting ways.
Now the question is which person is right? Does the individual change depending upon who he is with, or is 'beauty' really in the eye of the beholder?
What draws us to a person or repells us away? Is it possible that however deep you are, you then are able to see deeply into their lives.
As I unpacked my childhood wounds and all the subsequence parcels, I changed the way I now look at people. I see courage in those who fearlessly unpack and sort through years of feelings, emotions and pain, learning and correcting errors of their ways. And that leaves me with nothing to say to those who have yet begun to unpack.
The unpacked souls run, are restless and anxious, forever moving to keep from feeling their pain. Their overly flowerful praises are slung back and forth in hopes that they will dress up what lays beneath, like window dressings on a prison.
Unpacked, unshackled, unloaded, I am silent in knowing.
I see beneath the disguise.
