Why do I care? Why should I care?
Why are the standards that I must follow be so high? Why does it look as though I am the only one that is giving a damn what happens to those who have fallen so far?
When I was younger, I usually experienced too many times the situation whereby I am doing all I can with all my earnest efforts, thinking I am doing a pretty good job at it only to find out that nobody else was doing the same. In fact they would look at me as though I was weird. Eventually I found out that what I did was not the most "sensible" way of doing it. It always appeared as though I was spending too much energy into doing things inefficiently which often at times make me question my intelligence.
I would ask myself,
"Why am I that stupid to be doing it this way when everybody else isn't?"
"Why has nobody ever taught me to do things their way?"
As far as I can remember, I always believed that I was the odd one out. The one who does not seem to be able to get along with a group. My sincerity in caring never was really appreciated. There were even a few times when I chose to harden my heart and continue with my life not making detours for those who seemed like they need help.
Nice guys finishing last is fine. However, to not finish at all while also being left for dead is another thing altogether.
As of late, I have been afflicted with illnesses that may be permanent. I have been wondering if I should focus on recuperating as much as possible at the expense of leaving people in the dust and letting themselves sort their own mess, or should I give up what is left of my life in hopes they can have some. At least what is left of their squandered years.
Please open up their eyes that they may see.
Why are the standards that I must follow be so high? Why does it look as though I am the only one that is giving a damn what happens to those who have fallen so far?
When I was younger, I usually experienced too many times the situation whereby I am doing all I can with all my earnest efforts, thinking I am doing a pretty good job at it only to find out that nobody else was doing the same. In fact they would look at me as though I was weird. Eventually I found out that what I did was not the most "sensible" way of doing it. It always appeared as though I was spending too much energy into doing things inefficiently which often at times make me question my intelligence.
I would ask myself,
"Why am I that stupid to be doing it this way when everybody else isn't?"
"Why has nobody ever taught me to do things their way?"
As far as I can remember, I always believed that I was the odd one out. The one who does not seem to be able to get along with a group. My sincerity in caring never was really appreciated. There were even a few times when I chose to harden my heart and continue with my life not making detours for those who seemed like they need help.
Nice guys finishing last is fine. However, to not finish at all while also being left for dead is another thing altogether.
As of late, I have been afflicted with illnesses that may be permanent. I have been wondering if I should focus on recuperating as much as possible at the expense of leaving people in the dust and letting themselves sort their own mess, or should I give up what is left of my life in hopes they can have some. At least what is left of their squandered years.
Please open up their eyes that they may see.