Walking Past Bias

I disconnect myself from what I know so that I can meet what I don't know
I place on my lap, this new idea, something someone else knows,
Something someone else has thought of

I am not giving up on what I know, not at all,
all that I know is all that I've come to be,
I'm just taking a walk from my wife and kids,
taking a ride outside the same ordinary scene,
I'm just taking a vacation so that I can see with clear eyes

If I hold on to all that I know, bias will be a wall,
and the other side will remain far away. I don't want it to be,
far away that is. I don't want all that I know to be all that I will forever know.

So I take a strode down unfamiliar places, unfamiliar things, unfamiliar people,
I take what I am not sure of, and lay it flat on the road and then walk on it.

Stranger's words

Why, after all that has been said, is it that a stranger must be the one to remind, remind us of what we are reminded daily. Why is it that the daily words begin to mean nothing and after nothing, they are not even acknowledged. Whose fault is it that we forget who we are to one another? Who is to be blamed for forgetting who we are to be to each other?

He tells her what she means to him, but because depression has her choked up, she is unable to think. She is unable to understand words that once took so much to say, words that one had to hold in to make sure the time is right. "Hes supposed to say those things, it is in his nature to say things he mean to make you feel better." 

She tells him that he's the world to her. She tells him how proud he continues to make her. But her words mean nothing because she is supposed to say that. "She is close to him, those who are close to you will say anything to make you feel better. Those who do not know you would tell the truth." 

Someone can tell you what you mean to them, but people shrug it off, it mean little. A stranger says the same and it raises one from unhappiness.

Perfect in imperfect

In a discussion with a friend the other day. We began talking about domestic abuse. I said something like some people deserve it. She was shocked with a horrifying expression on a face. She believe that no kind of violence should be tolerate, including spanking.

While I wish we lived in a perfect world where violence does not exist, the reality is that we do not live in a perfect world. No matter how many people work to create a perfect world, there are those who live solely by self interest only. These people’s action distort the balance leading to a imperfect.

I admire her way of thinking. Because believing in a perfect world brings the world around you closer to perfect.