Monday, March 30, 2015

On Being Naive

Sorry, but you don't recognize me. Your knowing smirk only reflects what you think you see. You don't think I truly understand your pain, that I've never been where you are, so I couldn't know. Just because I'm quiet about my pain doesn't mean it's not there. I may not join in vilifying your monster, but that doesn't mean I haven't faced my own…and won.


Many see me as privileged, idealistic, and naive as to the way the world works.  In many ways, they're right.  I am privileged and idealistic.  I am not, however, naive.  To mistake my optimism for blinders is to grossly underestimate me.  I simply refuse to allow the monsters to win.  You may never see my pain or my scars, but understand this, I am battle-worn.  I have been tested and found true.  

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