The rest of the time, when I am real and do nothing, then I am a little less stupid and a little more my true self. It is the self that is confident in the fact that I know something but aware of the fact that I don’t know everything. I find that I see more when I shut my mouth and watch, even if that means turning off my ears. That part is generally good because the majority of people are doing what I am doing, saying things they don’t mean. And I don’t have to listen to know they are hypocrites. They are human. That automatically makes them hypocrites. That I know from both observation and personal experience. No. Instead I have learned that if you watch what people do rather than what they say you can tell their real wants, needs, desires, intentions, motives, all that good stuff.
It’s sort of like in soccer. Like a a defender, the eyes can mislead. Any good forward can look in the opposite direction he plans on playing a ball. The feet can be dragged and stepped in different directions for moves so you think the ball is going one way and with a swift gesture, it is in another and you find yourself burnt. No. You watch the hips. No player can go anywhere without his hips. And you watch the ball. Because it does not matter where the player goes. He can go into the goal. But if he doesn’t take the ball with him then he’s irrelevant anyways.
Basically, words are just words and without action they mean nothing. If you watch, and truly know what to watch, then people, whether they know it or not, reveal themselves. It’s the whole Adam and Eve syndrome though. Once you realize they, without their words and social status and so on and so forth, are undressed before you, it embarrasses you. Partially because you see some very ugly, real, human things. Other times it is because you see something that either awes or amazes you. Sometimes both.
This is not to say I do not love words. I do. They’re my passion. But words are nothing without something to say within them. I could easily say Beautifully picked daisies shine on the table in spite of their coming death, and it is flowery (quite literally) and sounds fine but it means nothing if you have never seen a daisy or if you have never seen a flower beautiful one day and three days later dead because some silly girl decided to murder it by attempting to capture its beauty. It means nothing if it does not speak to personal experience, to action and observation. So I love words but they are simply a vehicle for recording a way of thinking.
And thought is always expressed in action. I’m a fool. You’re a fool. We’re all fools. The majority of the time our words portray that. Sometimes our actions reflect that. And sometimes they reflect something beautiful and genuine. It’s very rare and sometimes hard to spot but well worth the wait. For me personally, those few moments of sense are all the worth of being a fool. The moments of being a fool and watching fools are all worth something if in between a few of them every once in a while that fool writes something about it worth reading.
