Thursday, October 16, 2014

Late Night Thoughts.

Do you ever look back on your relationship or friendship you had with someone once, and think, "I really could've done a whole lot more to make a different outcome for him"? I'm having one of those weeks.

My mother always mentions how I used to "bring home the stray dogs". By that, she means, I had a big heart - it always started out in the right place - but it often usually didn't end that way.

The other day, she said: "maybe you were supposed to be thrown into those situations, because their life was going to become so much better after meeting you."

But as I looked back, it didn't feel like that at all. Some of them even left much worse than when I found them.

I don't know if any of this is making sense, I just think about a few people regularly, and find myself having this pressing, consistent thought that I could have done so much more.

I could've said more. I could've said less.

Maybe if I wasn't so wrapped up in my own problems, I would've noticed more. Or seen more signs.

And now, it's not my place. I'm not the one that can make the difference.

But sometimes I wish I could be. And all the times, I just wish I would've done more, so I wouldn't be sitting here, wishing I still could.

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