What if we called each other “sir” instead of “bro;”
if we said “hi there” instead of “hey bitches”
What if we didn’t mime masturbation for a cheap
laugh?
What if we respected each other’s space and each
other’s values?
What if we had values? Do we have values? What about morals? Does it
matter?
What if we shut up for more than twenty seconds in
order to truly listen to one another?
What if we told someone how we felt…how we actually felt?
What if we didn’t ridicule our friends?
What if we were honest to our feelings and other
people’s feelings?
What if we weren’t shallow?
What if we believed in ourselves?
What if we were brave enough to be ourselves, whatever the hell that means on a given day?
Wait--Does any of this matter? Would it make a difference or is it useless
to try?
Is this utopian; unattainable?
Perhaps; perhaps not.
As Rilke tells us:
I would like to beg you
dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your
heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms
or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live
them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps
then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer.
--from Letters to a Young Poet
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