A tiny little voice inside me says…….

That whisper.

The quiet whisper.

Hang on.

Help is on its way.

How long must we wait?

”You have my word.” A good and honest person says. We listen because well, they are a good and honest person.

Our impatience renders us “hyperactive.” Not wanting to wait any longer. Not now anyway. So we head for the hills. Walk away. from burden we feel is too much to bear.

Walk away from the trouble maker because they cause too much trouble.

Unable or not willing to admit when we make a gargantuan mistake or even a tiny little one. When we walked away. Too difficult. Too hard. Too judgmental. The list can be an endless list of excuses, prejudices and “I don’t wanna’s”.

Pride often gets in the way of ourselves and our better judgment. The youngest among us see this with crystal clear eyes as they have yet to learn the “ropes.” Of survival. The ones who cannot talk do, too. Wondering what all the fuss is about as they watch those crazy humans running around with self importance and aplomb.

What causes all the problems? The delays. The frivolity.

When the darn goal posts keep changing and so does the remedy of the day. Waiting in line becomes a long line, indeed.

Frustration appears. Frustration occurs. Blown tops. Tapping toes. Blaming one another becomes the new order of a new day. Of a new minute by nowadays standards. Confusion about what is right, or at the very least, best, rears its screaming meemies into our already cramped heads.

The noise becomes deafening. Silence too uncomfortable a playmate. We need more noise to block our very owns sense from hearing every little one of our ego maniacal voices.

Rinse. Ring. Repeat.

The darn ringing in the ears is enough to drive anyone mad. The boom that wakes us up is one way to battle the demons of despair and doubt. Funny, isn’t it, when we turn up the volume to block out the noise and all we end up really doing is hurting ourselves.

Again.

We. Too busy to listen to the experts—the ones who, for a living and a lifetime, study the stuff of all things “crazy.” Yep. We have all felt this way from time to time.

Rest assured. According to New Oxford American Dictionary:

1. Crazy is mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way. (Troublemakers make a definite distinction a little more cumbersome.)😊 2. Extremely enthusiastic.

So. We look around at one another. Think quietly. “Watch out for him.” “Watch out for her.” I am so much better. I am not looney tunes. Are they?

Rest assured. We all are looney tunes from time to time. The endless list includes when we feel we are locked in a cage with no way out. The quiet can be when we feel most crazed. Life and its situations and circumstances make us feel wildly out of control.

Stay in our lane? An impossibility until someone hears us. Really, really hears us. It usually does not come in the form of a

word.

Actions speak louder than words. Although the triteness of this concept is not lost on the most of us. It begs a bigger question. Today, there is a camera in every corner of our universe—hanging from the ceilings of the establishment we may frequent and held tightly in our hand for documentation of our day. Everywhere like the tethered reminders of our greatness need to be clung so tightly, huh…..

It’s ok. In many cases, it has become a necessity to connect the lonely with a pal. At the opposite end of the spectrum, in extreme cases, the hand held camera becomes a vice for the destruction of another.

Not cool.

Where we “lose it” and lose our common sense approach to our day is when we think we know better,

Than Him.

All he does, which is give life, is give us the tools we need to make it—through a tough time, through a day, through a lifetime.

All we need to do: Listen. More beneficial: Hear.

Many of us come out of the womb hard of hearing. Our own cries protecting us from the big bad world we just felt born into. We have not yet learned the tools of a life well lived. Adulting is best learned when the adults actually do it.

Adult.

Regression. Is a bit**. Can lead to over doing in a nanosecond. The drama of it all becomes an Oscar worthy performance if anyone is even paying attention anymore. The noise of the day has gotten so loud. The noises in all our minds and days constantly battling the distractions. Constantly.

Then. Thank God. The little whisper in our heads stomps its feet and crosses its arms like a little child and says,

”Stop.”

Persistence and patience will now take the lead and walk hand in hand in a steadfast, “get out of my way” kind of childlike way. Hey. It had to come to this.

The kids are and have been watching for a long time. There is no blame and enough blame to go around. We can all take accountability for the mess to some extent.

Hang on.

We will get there.

Sooner hopefully, rather than later.

The strong have to fight the fight of the impossible sometimes. Why ARE we in such a hurry? The inner man (and yes, of course, woman) holds within deep recesses of thoughts, actions and words. Not to mention feelings, too. When someone else ends up winning, it feels unfair.

We tried and tried and tried and tried, you get the point. We started out ok. Worry takes its place inside our cramped quarters upstairs in our mind’s eyes and we become crossed eyed we have added another “thing” to think about. We consider walking away from the troublemaker because it is so hard. Ugly. Don’t wanna-like.

Then. The whisper, the tiny voice in our heads stomps and reminds us we are not better than anyone else. Unless, of course we get down to the business of it.

Being better.

For. Everyone else.

Sit back and enjoy the show in real time.

We may all learn something!