Now imagine after years of feeling this way, suddenly,
without warning it all changes and for a few moments at a time, repeatedly, you
are a star. You shine so incredibly bright, and so many want to know you, and
then at the end, just like watching a movie, everyone goes home and back to
their lives. Everyone but you. You’re still there.
You’re still there.Like you’re just a theatre. You’re always there, aging with time, often admired and even studied from the outside. People pass you by all the time, many take what you have to offer and use it to enrich their lives, your purpose is appreciated only by some. There are those privileged few who really get to know you, those who take care of you and love you for all the small things you are. They won’t always stay, but some will try their best to be there as long as they can.
In my life, often, I feel like a room. A space. A space
where people find happiness. A space
where people can go to be alone and really let their fears and emotions go. A space that will always make you feel
welcome and will always try it’s best to make you feel alright again. Yes, you
will always find people that use a space,
trash it and leave it to someone else to fix. The problem with leaving a space to
be fixed by another, is that no one has time for that. We are all so busy that
we can’t fix what isn’t ours. Except this space,
somehow this space manages to clear
up the mess another has left, and is always ready to be there for the next person.
Somehow this space manages to not get
caught up by those who don’t appreciate what they’ve found or what they had.
Maybe in the dark this space closes
it’s doors and just breathes, maybe it just switches off the lights and lets it
go. Maybe this space knows that not
all people are the same and that there is that one person who will always come
back, maybe it’s the hope that one day it will be appreciated for the beautiful,
giving, loving, space that it is.
I am this space.
