Do you ever read the words/writings/poems/stories that someone wrote and think quietly to yourself that you don’t have a clue what they are talking about?
Typically if that happens to me, I try reading it again... slower... and not skipping words that I sometimes fail to read when I’m in a hurry. Occasionally the second time, I get it and then... I typically find myself reading it again... just to make sure I didn’t miss anything else.
But then there are those times that I still don’t get it! That’s when I begin to question myself as a reader and writer. Which basically gets me nowhere... until I eventually realize (again) that we are all made uniquely different and the way that we express ourselves is a part of our unique personality... which ultimately allows us to express ourselves in ways that may or may not be able to relate with everyone.
For some reason, this is a cycle that keeps repeating itself for me. So again today, I realize I don’t have to understand all the writings I find myself reading. They are obviously in a different place in their life (and for now) and I’m okay with that.