Sometimes, I wonder who is it that we really are?
Or at least think we are?
Our lives tend to cater to the same tune.
We are born, grow, and die.
We learn, study, do, and educate.
We laugh, hurt, love, want, and need.
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and ...
We are all the same.
But we all feel apart.
Some more tired than others.
Some more knowledgeable than others.
We have quiet ones and loud ones.
Kind ones and mean ones.
Complicated and simple.
On and on and on and ...
For some we are fighting.
For something we are working towards.
Some of us feel there is something more to come.
Some of us feel what we have now is all we get.
We are all held up by tiny strings.
The strings in our hearts connect us to each other.
They hold us apart even with the connection they offer.
We are all so self involved and selfish in one way or another.
Even when we feel we aren't, we are somewhere and in some way.
Do you think we'll ever get over ourselves?
Do you think we'll ever find our strings and be grateful for them?
Maybe we should cut the strings and start again?