Irritants

It is a difficult job to be human. A difficult task to be a lover, friend, daughter, sister, etc., etc. Perhaps I excel at failing all my job descriptions, falling short of all that is expected of me. It is ok at times to be sub-human, sub-standard and to be subsumed by all that matters to one. Yes, there are things that matter and in other people’s opnion they make one unfit to be "good". Whatever.

People don’t realize that my aim is not to be the greatest anything. I am just trying to live my life without treading on other’s feet. Why is it so diffcult for people to understand that what they call unambitious is what actually assuages my heart and soothes my soul.

That one smile makes me want to live again. Broken thought it maybe, a smile it is.