It’s exhausting to feel everything.
The deep sorrowful sigh of the person sat next to you.
The rage in between someone’s forehead with his misty eyes trying to hold something that could explode anytime given the right trigger.
The lack of sincerity in somebody’s empathy.
The relief in the eyes of someone who wishes to get rid of you despite their kind words of courage and faith.
The choice of words said because of the ignorance of people about somebody else’s trouble.
The selfish judgments hidden in a glance that tried to avoid you.
A lack of kindness.
The failure to appreciate beauty in everyday.
Never attempting to make someone’s life a little better.
Fear of condemnation from lack of knowledge.
A far gaze longing for someone else’s life.
A hand not warm enough to touch someone’s life because of lack of care.
A chance to be a blessing to others because we thought we fought hard enough battles that there’s nothing more left to give.
A lack of appreciation of life.
That face of an old man who fought hard and was never rewarded by life.
That mother who smiles lovingly at her well dressed children, in her pair of worn out sneakers.
A drunk old man, coming out of a pub and starting a lovely conversation with strangers that tried to avoid him.
It’s difficult when you see the end of life in the eyes of someone who has lived through it.
More so, in the vision of somebody who lived a difficult life.
I want to stop understanding unspoken words. I want to stop being sad for others.