Sitting in the theatre
trying to watch a movie
the guy in front of me kept talking,
and I took it personally.
I got up to move just to make my point,
found a seat closer to the stage,
a podium in the way,
I sacrificed a comfort level,
in order to avoid a reality.
I could still hear him
in the background,
watching the play cover the stage.
and I began to wonder then,
it wasn’t ever about me,
it was his way of enjoying a show,
he was lucky to be there at all,
fortunate he had a friend to help him,
help him live his life at all.
We sometimes forget there are reasons
we have discomfort and
and
and it’s usually our responsibility
to find a way to measure peace.
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