I was on a long drive the other day, reflecting on my “life”,
all the tears, struggles, complications…
then I saw them branch out to the people I loved…
I saw how it was their lives and struggles which touched me and weighed on me…
my conscience held my expectations… and I felt too guilty to live my life.
Wether it was my father, my sister, my love…
I never wanted to achieve or be happy…
I simply wanted to be there.
My problems and grievances are all my own,
I see that, I feel that, but I have become accustom to that feeling…
and as terrible as it sounds, I don’t really care, I just want it to make sense.
I wouldn’t want to call it altruism. I’m not a good enough person for that. I just want to want to stop worrying. I want everyone to be alright so I can be at peace. I don’t need anything more than peace. Others judge and see not the truth… perhaps if they saw,
perhaps if they could see,
this judgement weigh on me
perhaps then I would be free
of this worry.
Wondering once more, what it is I am asking for. This question or statement on Judgement. Perhaps what I see is simply what I believe, and none of it is or was ever real.
My father was happy. I just saw him as sad.
My sister is not struggling. I just want her to have it all.
Her boys are alright. They wont for nothing, they are loved.
And me? Empathy?
But once more my thoughts stray… As it began it shall end.
it was a long drive… I continue to reflect on life…