To Be Listened To

I've been thinking about a quote I read a few days ago by the late Mickey Rooney who passed away yesterday, April 6, 2014:

"I've learned ... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them."

Relationships used to be easy.  They seemed effortless and fluid.  You just got along on both ends and everything worked out.  Hearts overflowed with love.  And the friendship was perfect.  The love filled up all the gaps.

Now things seem so complicated.  

Before, I could simply be myself and wasn't afraid because everyone seemed to love me for me.

Maybe my life became so complicated that what once was a give and give,

my stage in life these days needs more take instead.

How I wish for time with anyone willing to listen.  I find myself craving just one.  I want to share what my heart is bursting with and there is no one.

Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.  I don't know.  I would be glad to make an appointment and pay for the opportunity.  Someone who would simply listen and be excited for me.

I will be OK.  I will survive.  I will share it with God and He is ever so patient.

I wish people weren't so busy.  I remind myself that everyone is craving to be listened to as well.

But oh how I wish.  I desperately wish.

My heart is bursting.  

Maybe this will teach me to not need to be heard.  And simply listen to others. And maybe that's what it is.  Maybe we aren't supposed to tell anybody anything.   Sigh.  But how dreary life would be if no one was interested in hearing your God-deposited vision.  

What does any of it matter?