I feel like a cake that everyone wants a piece of... I slice myself into little bits, but somehow there is never enough to go around... and the slices get smaller until they become crumby and then no-one is happy anyway. And at the end of the day, the one who goes hungry is me. Several people have suggested that I need to make difference choices, but perhaps they mean I should choose to give them more cake and let someone else miss out. Or perhaps there is some secret understanding, a flash of insight that I am currently lacking that will somehow make sense of how stuck and choice-less I feel.
All I really want is to keep everyone happy... Is that such a bad thing? Perhaps not... but it seems impossible.
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