Why rejoice when someone else <br />is aging like we are? <br />Why feel vindicated when someone else <br />stumbles and makes a mistake like we did? <br />Why are we validated by another’s struggle <br />that we relate to our own? <br /> <br />We all feel less alone; <br />more akin to one another <br />in our brotherhood of experience, <br />so why aren’t we more honest about our lives, <br />our struggles, so others can feel this way too? <br /> <br />What do we protect and preserve in secrecy? <br />Why are we such islands to ourselves, <br />unable to relate to a world of others <br />making a similar journey? <br /> <br />Others could use our help; <br />a sustaining knowledge <br />that we are, after all, humans <br />having a very similar human experience. <br /> <br />We could strengthen <br />through our vulnerabilities, <br />rather than weaken a next generation <br />with a facade of such towering valor; <br />competency and skill.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-545/
