We are the people who wake the same time the sun rises.
Some of us wear a uniform to work,or the same reinforced smile.
Some of us carry piles of paper, a stack of bills, or children on our hip.
While we try to innovate with what little we have in our lives, and at the same time deal the demons in our head.
Trying to keep our head above water and trying to give ourselves some sort of value or worth.
Being human is a thankless job.
Where we can defend the people we love only for them to remind us what a burden we have caused.
The words I’m sorry become the hello’s of every sentence we speak because this way we feel like we can keep someone as a friend.
Pour every ounce of ourselves into those around us only to get tossed to the side but that’s okay we will say. We are used to it by now because it’s like greeting an old friend.
Being human is a thankless job.
We will be handed with cards of cynicism and disgust that is welcomed in most people.Greet it with love and warmth only for it to remind us that we are nothing, yet forgiveness is our last name. So forgive them, we will because that is who we are.
We will kneel to them with open arms and give small reminders of I love you, I care about you, or I would die for you. Only to be returned with twisted smiles, and kicks to our stomach we will beg them to stop,but they won’t hear us because our voice is too low. The bullet wounds given by them to us are in some sick way cherished because our loyalty to them is already sealed, and our loyalty to them will never fade.
Being human is a thankless job.
We are Pandora’s box, but we don’t hold all the greatest evils in the world. What we hold only comes second to that. We hold their secret desires and their secret lives, and their hopes and dreams close to our heart as if they were our own. Because we will do anything to protect them, and in the end once they are done needing us to hold them. They will leave us and we will be okay with that. Because now we share their burdens, and it will be like they never left.
But we love it, and we always will, because as soon as we hear the words “I’ve never really told anyone this..” To us it’s a blessing in disguise, because at least for a moment we matter to someone.
Being human is a thankless job.
Remember that we have no right to bicker and moan, because we put this on ourselves. WE DESERVE THIS! but in the end we already know that. This is our life and we know better than most that this is how we will continue to live it.
Being human is a thankless job.
I’m sorry, I’m human.
Yet despite this, we hope the endurance with be worth it.
Our reward is their relief and whatever love they can muster.
We are the people who wake with the sun.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves to work.
We carry everyone we have ever loved with us.
Being who we are is a thankless job, but one that will hopefully allow us to finally let go of them.