I always thought that people were strange. I dont think I belong with them & always try to stay aloof on my own little island. It’s funny because I am them & they are me.
I hate people on some days while I long for their company on some. They inspire & move me but also leave me utterly confused.
As for myself, I mostly observe people & things — how and why life works the way it does
Staying on my own island & in my own head is the recipe to go nowhere in life. But this is how I naturally feel most of the time. I don’t know the reason.
I feel kind on some days while I feel apathetic on some. I always hear my conscience; I feel human when I listen to it & guilty when I dont.
I bother the things I want to bother, I act out when I feel dumb. I get moved at the most futile things while at times, I feel
nothing when I should.
I don’t know how to be yet.
I’ve been surrounded by nothing but goodness and love my whole life and I am still trying to figure out how to give it all back.
Otherwise, this would not have mattered at all.
Being attentive to others may not be the meaning of life, but it’s the price we pay in exchange for having to die.
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