Forgetting

Sometimes I forget.

We all do I think.

I forget that other people share the feelings that I bury. I forget to reach out when I am hurting because it is too hard to look outside of myself long enough to realize that others are hurting too.

The funny thing about being sad, feeling lost, feeling hurt, is that the more I feel that way, the more isolated I allow myself to become. It takes concentrated effort on my part to find myself again inside of those thoughts.

I am fairly certain that I have missed out on really knowing some amazing people simply by not seeing them until it was too late to break through.

I'm taking a second chance. I want to know you. Really know you.