I stand here washing dishes...in my own little world... The thought crosses my mind....Why? Why do i try so dam hard to make things work? Why do i bother caring? Am i the only one? I sure hope not! I hope that there are others who still feel..who still care ...who still try.
I fear that so many who are close to me only pretend to. I imagine a world where people have the utmost respect for others. But reality tells me they don't. I know my respect has limits,and once you push me to a certain point I simply stand. I do not budge! I find it hard to forgive! At a point i can no longer forgive. I was recently told that i can be too judgmental. How would the person who said that feel if i judged them as harshly as i could? Would they be pushed past that point...would they stand...i am not so sure they can. It is much more difficult to stand. To stand for something. To stand up for something.
