I promise it will be over soon.
This self indulgence. This poor attitude. This wallowing in misery.
Tomorrow I might count my blessings, perhaps even the day after, because I too hope it will be over soon, just not yet, I’m not quite ready, for now, I wallow.
So… How important are you really?
Are you completely insignificant?
How often do we overestimate our importance in the lives of others.
Do we feature in their lives, their thoughts or feelings?
Do they think of us when were not around, or are we a mere afterthought, clumsily gatecrashing when their mind has drifted out of their comfort zone and we appear like a wisp, faintly echoing.
And they think, ‘I wonder how ‘blah’ is?’
Blah.. Rather apt wouldn’t you say?
Do we feature heavily in their thoughts. Do they smile when they think of us, do they think of us freely, giving us time to consume their thoughts, or is it a rushed memory, blitzing by.
Do they plead for this fleeting moment to remain?
Are we the star of their show? The star of their memories, their now and future thoughts?
Or are we, mere supporting cast?
If we sat and counted, could we come up with someone, just one single some one to whom we are the ‘most important’
I know one thing for sure, I am the most important person in the lives of my children. My incredibly beautiful, extremely irritating daughters. Until that is, they see their father, then I’m shunned. The maid is ignored, the cook isn’t thanked, and who was it again, who tended to their every requirement?
I feature in the lives of others..
Does it matter, that I just feature in the chorus?