I think of this word as less noun and more proverbially. So often I find people questioning the lives of those they see...people whose shoes they'd kill to walk in.
I"ve seen a pair of BAD ass shoes and even if I thought they were stylish and something I'd wear if I could, I'm aware that I can't walk in heels over 2 1/2". I can LIKE someone else's shoes...covet them, even...but, if given an opportunity...could I successfully walk in them? I'd most likely fall and bust my ass.
We see people's lives and ask, "I wish I was him/her..." but whatever it took for them to get their shoes...you don't know. They could have worked EXTREMELY hard to get their shoes...or they could have been handed them as a gift...OR it could have been obtained in an ill-gotten manner. Stolen...cheated.
My shoes are mine, broken in by me, fitting my understanding, You may not fit mine and I may not fit yours. We could wear the same size and still not be comfortable in each other's shoes.
I like my shoes. I think I'll keep the ones I'm wearing. Someone else might have Athlete's foot or something. lol
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik