the listener

Every so often, I speak to the listener. He does what he does best. Listens.

I speak of my dreams, my fears, my frustrations....and he listens patiently. Then gives his advice.

Sometimes I heed that advice, sometime not. Sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry. But always I remember.

Finally, finally I realize that I cannot change anyone else.I can only change myself, and by doing so other changes will hopefully follow.

This advice I intend to follow, and then watch the wheels of change move slowly forward. It looks to be a bumpy ride. Wishing and wanting have gotten me nowhere. But life has been on hold for long enough.

I know that I can make it. I have the listener.