Long story short: I don't give compliments easily. More so when its something past noting how short a skirt is, or the low cut of a blouse. Praise is hard-won, not because I lack appreciation, but because its usually so cheap. Sycophants abound; its easy to find someone to gush about your work, more because they want nothing more than your validation of their existence in return. Well, I don't need my existence validated. And so when I recognize brilliance, talent and potential, I guess I sometimes forget that lip-service can mean more than I realize.
With one particular person in my life, I became so caught up in withholding praise - which I thought would be meaningless and expected - that it would seem I had never noticed the budding brilliance. And the mind-blowing potential. I should have told them how sometimes my breath catches in my throat, I'm so taken aback by the work. Or allowed myself to gush and show how floored I was the last time the work was presented to me, almost as an offering.
I'm an ass.
You have affected, at least, that just one person.
With one particular person in my life, I became so caught up in withholding praise - which I thought would be meaningless and expected - that it would seem I had never noticed the budding brilliance. And the mind-blowing potential. I should have told them how sometimes my breath catches in my throat, I'm so taken aback by the work. Or allowed myself to gush and show how floored I was the last time the work was presented to me, almost as an offering.
I'm an ass.
You have affected, at least, that just one person.
I have no words to say, speechless doesn't begin to explain. Languidge, however brilliant or beautiful had been rendered superfluois by your courage and love.
Thank you.