Waiting
Deep breath. Sure my heart hurts, weighed down by the unknown pressure upon my shoulders, but I will be fine. Right? I need help. I need to wait for help. I need to wait for when I don’t have to ask my mom to take me to find help. She will be worried and self reflect upon herself. I worry about her. Nothing about her needs to be changed. I need to change. I wait some more.
Differing Proportions
Pride seems to be more complicated than it appears to be written on paper. Pride leaves us all blind to see the sorrow of those around us. We self absorb, worry about ourselves, and expect someone to care for us in return. Pride will leave us in a lonely and quiet society, however without it we would not rationally succeed in any capitalist environment. Businesses are founded on any form of greed and continue running for their pride. Humility received when someone’s pride is desecrated is something no man or woman would feel in the presence of others. It lowers us to an embarrassed state where we are left with the scorching gazes of pity and amusement from others. It is something good only in proportions, sometimes one cup, sometimes two, sometimes none at all.