I care too much for people. Perhaps I care so much, that I am blind to my own naivety. I believe that once my carefully thought out advice has been heard, it will be followed, a god complex of sorts (practically everyone I know is obnoxious enough to have one). Anyways, I'm offended when it isn't, I think I know best for everyone, and maybe I should stop that habit. But I really do think I know best, I have seen and experienced almost all paths of life that may be chosen for today's youth (maybe a perk to having an armada of older friends and four older siblings and their friends). I have not chosen the straightedge life, but somedays, I wish I have. Maybe that's why I struggle to vicariously live through other people that have the potential, and urge them to do-right by the book. Because deep down, in the pit of my stomach, I know I have wasted my potential, and maybe I feel that the only way I can redeem my life is to help the life of another. To coerce them into the right path and decisions. I leave them with free will, but I'm hurt by their seemingly terrible decisions.
Am I so wrong in this endeavor? I know it is fueled by my own shortcomings and failings, and maybe that makes it a bit selfish, but does this make me a user, a manipulator? I'm questioning whether I'm good or bad or simply unguided myself.
Hello, March
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