caboodled

It's funny, because people think I'm one of those people who can really hack things without help. I don't know if it's something about the way I articulate myself in particular situations (mind you, if you met me at uni, you'd think I was the biggest bimbo ever enrolled), but apparently I give off an air of independence.

Hmm.. this is coming from evidence I "overheard" over the handbreak when a pal & I were having one of those late-at-night-in-the-car conversations about life-in-general.

I can sort of tell what he was on about, but I also know he's a bit confused.
I'm as dependent as dependent can possibly get. Sue me if you think it's a weakness - personally I think it's the paradox that makes me what I am.

Me...I'm a collection of everyone I've ever encountered. I become quite fascinated by the people I meet and leech the goodness that I find in them. I surround myself with people who I know will build me up somehow.

Why? Because it's in those people that I feel most at peace. Because it's in those people I can feel a bit of God.

The girl walking down the street who smiles at me. The guy interstate who sends me an analysis of life. The man who is a combination of wisdom and wit. The student who will forever be learning life's greater lessons. The woman who spends Sunday night taking care of forty teenagers when she's spent a lifetime bringing up her own. The parent who loves so tenderly and trusts so generously. The friend who always lets me walk in their front door. The one who calls me just to see how I am. The musician who devotes their talents to the glory of the God who gave it to them. The sister that tries to understand. The boy sitting at the bench exchanging friendly banter.

You are my peace, you are my smiles, you are my happiness, you are my sources of love, and you are my identity all unrolled into a gazillion different pieces.

Me? Independent? Hardly. Part of my is most likely from you...