I am big on respect. From respect, comes a whole lot of other things that makes a person, makes any relationship stand out from the rest. Take the waitress at the restaurant for example. She gives you the due respect by smiling, and talking to you nicely. In return, your respect for her as a person who is just trying to earn her keep to pay her bills will determine how your entire meal experience would be.

It is the same in a person. If one innately values respect, there is then an ability to see beyond what is just in front of you. To be respectful, is to be restrained (within reason). To respect, is to trust the person. To respect, is to know when to stop, and when to say I’m sorry.

Losing respect for any person, will cause the same, equal and opposite reaction. You will start realising that you have no time for the person, and you no longer wish to partake in too much of what they are saying, or offering. It becomes superficial.

There is a basic respect that everyone deserves. Every stranger you meet on the street deserves some form of human respect. You are just like them. You have two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Two ears and a mop of hair (in some cases). You may seem like you dress better than them because the coin you earn bears more value, but really, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we rise and we will fall to the same essence in the ground by the end of our lives here on earth.

And you may call me old fashioned, but respecting a woman whom I have come to like very much over the last few months, means to listen to her concerns, and work with her to make things happen. If things don’t work out, well, at least I know I have done my level best at this, and I have been respectful of her, and her thoughts, and opinions. Yes, mine matters too, but that would be for her to respect. If she doesn’t, then well, God help me to see that red flag. But for now, she’s got my respect. And respect is a big part of me. And in the process of deciding to wait, it is this respect for her that helps me tide through the wait. The respect for her maturity. For her heart of gold. For her intelligence (which can leave me intimidated sometimes, but let’s not go there today). For her positivity. For her being who she is.

Let’s get out there and show some R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Aretha knew what she was talkin’ about when she sang that song. And I say, Sang. With a capital “S”.A.N.G.


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