March 12, 2015

My dearest,

The barista tells me her story. What went wrong. How she has been wronged. She adds, “I’m just venting, of course. Thanks for letting me rant.”

No one really wants any advice. I doubt I would want any either, in the same situation, and I doubt I’d be any good at taking it.

But I can’t help but share too. My point of view since she has shared hers. We open up. I make sense, she says. I don’t, not really. For if I did, why don’t I follow my own advice? Why do so few of us do?

Living is easier if we keep our eyes, ears and hearts closed, and simply talk, vent, give advice. Easier, but rarely more meaningful.

Yours, ever and always.