© copyright 2007 Betsy L. Angert
This is the Twenty-First Century, the Information Age. Wherever we journey people are chatting. They do it online, while in line, and with a Digital Subscriber Line [DSL.] So much is being said, more is not vocalized. People talk though they rarely discuss what they are truly thinking. This is a series of tales about self-doubt, illusions, delusions, disappointments, defeatist thoughts, and perhaps depression.
We all have experienced some of these states; yet, few wish to speak of them. We prefer to presume, and plan with a modicum of information. We pretend to know. However, on occasion we might reluctantly admit we understand very little. Too often, we seem to be wrong, wronged, and wrestling with what is.
People pretend to or believe they “know” their fellow workers, their family members, and their friends. Yet, more often than not, I observe that this is not necessarily true. I, we, she, or he only comprehends what is visible on the surface.
Few choose to ask of, address, or answer the deeper concerns that life delivers daily. I offer this narrative and request your reflections. We all have our own tale to tell. I invite you to share yours. Please trust that I care; your secrets are safe with me. I suspect that others will honor you as I choose to do. I believe we all relate to sorrow.